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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Thirty-One   I wasn't thinking of having sex on the night after Pyotr and
Petra arrived.  I really wasn't.  The abuse that had been done to their
beautiful child bodies had disturbed me too much and that was all I could
think about during the day.  I had hoped that our next arrival would be a
young man, about eighteen years old, possibly to be a mate for Jean-Nicole.
I wasn't prepared to see what had been done to the children and I was
thinking of what I or the others could do to heal the damage to their
spirits.  Perhaps Anna understood what was causing my subdued and somber
state for most of the day.

   Dinner was another tribute to Jean-Nicole's talents: fish and bread and
vegetables, all prepared to perfection.  It may sound ordinary but it was
anything but that.  Pyotr and Petra had good appetites again and so did all
the rest of us.  James and Toby tried to create an atmosphere of fun and
playfulness but they hardly succeeded.  Since the ladies had cooked again,
the guys, except for Pyotr, cleaned up afterwards.  I didn't feel like
asking him to help us.

   We sat around in the kitchen for an hour or so, just talking, until Anna
saw that Pyotr and Petra were showing signs of being ready for bed again.
She and Jean-Nicole took them to their own bedroom to care for their wounds
before they went to sleep.  Iain and Caitlyn kept whispering to James and
Toby.  I guessed they were up to something but I had no idea what.  My back
and arm muscles were a little painful from tossing big logs on the fires
that morning so I decided to let a hot shower ease my aches.

   But first I followed Anna and Jean-Nicole to the bedroom Pyotr and Petra
had chosen.  I didn't say anything.  I just stood there and watched as
first Petra and then Pyotr laid belly-down while Anna and Jean-Nicole
smeared something on their wounds again.  When they put clean chemises on
the two of them, I decided the show was over so I left.

   I went to the toilet for a good piss, came back out in the hall to go to
the bathing chamber, and saw Caitlyn just going into the bed chamber she
and Iain shared, followed by James and Toby.  Toby saw me come out of the
toilet and grinned at me.  I knew the four of them had something planned to
do.  As a foursome, that was new.  I had no idea what they were going to do
but I guessed it included sex.  If James or Toby got at Caitlyn, that would
be a first.  I couldn't imagine who would get sloppy seconds or thirds. 
Damn, just the thought registered with my dick.

   I went in the bathing chamber, adjusted a shower to comfortably hot, and
hung onto the shower head while the water beat down on my back.  A moment
later, I felt a touch on my right shoulder and looked back at Anna, smiling
at me.  Then a touch on my left shoulder made me look at Jean-Nicole,
smiling just as wickedly.  I turned around and held out two welcoming arms
to two beautiful naked females.

   Have you ever stood under a hot shower with two women, one under each
arm, while they played with you?  Two hands on my butt cheeks, two hands
playing with my penis and testicles: what man could want for more? 
Somebody's fingers between my cheeks feeling for my asshole, somebody
else's fingers trying to follow: I didn't care.  I clenched my gluteus
maximus muscles to try to prevent their intrusion.  That just made me roll
my pelvis forward and my penis stood up taller.  Somebody's hand gently
slid the skin up and down.  Somebody else's hand cupped my testicles. 
Shit! I'd let them stuff a hard dick up my asshole if they had one.

   In our bed this time, I let them take charge.  Again, I was in the
middle with Anna cuddled up to me on one side, Jean-Nicole on the other. 
We talked a while, they played, and I was in heaven.  Then both went down
on me at the same time.  I let them suck dick and lick balls for a while
and then decided all I wanted down there was one mouth and one set of
hands.

   I pulled Anna up and she understood and knee-walked over me until she
was straddling my head.  I put a pillow under my neck and she settled down
on my face with my mouth just where I wanted it: under her pussy.  I held
my arms up, found two soft breasts and caught two nipples between the thumb
and first finger on each hand.  I gave a tentative lick, felt her little
lips, and set about getting them separated so I could lick her clit with
each upward swipe.  Very quickly I succeeded and I heard her moan a deep
sigh.  As I licked over the entrance to her vagina, I tasted her familiar
Anna arousal and I slowed down and leisurely feasted on her pussy.

   At the same time, Jean-Nicole was feasting on a hard dick, mine, in no
hurry to consume it, just the right combination of hand and mouth action. I
felt no urge to rush to orgasm.  I was as hot and horny as I've ever been
but I didn't want it to end anytime soon.  I wanted to give two women each
a good fuck.  From the way they were playing with me, I felt sure that was
what they wanted.

   After a while, they swapped.  I didn't know what their signal was but I
didn't care.  Jean-Nicole settled her little pussy on my mouth.  I reached
up, found two smaller breasts, and gently pinched two little nipples.  I
gave a long lick from her asshole - I'd rubbed it clean in the shower with
my finger - to perineum to vagina to clit, and I tasted the acrid, sweet,
strange taste of her vagina's lubrication.  I knew she was ready too.  When
I felt the first hint of wanting to come, I stopped both of them.

   "I'm ready," I said.  "Who's first?"

   "Jean-Nicole," Anna said.  "I'll be second if you can still get it up."

   "Fuck you," I whispered.

   "Yeah, that's what you're going to do," she answered.

   "Anna, he's your husband," Jean-Nicole said.  "You should go first."

   "No, he's hot and ready and wanting," Anna said.  "He won't last long
with you.  I want him second so he can give me a long leisurely fucking."

   Jean-Nicole didn't argue.  She wiggled around and ended up on her back,
knees raised and separated, arms welcoming.  I was surprised.  She was
being subservient.

   "Missionary position?" I asked.

   "Yeah!  Fuck me!" she answered.

   As soon as I was in position on top of Jean-Nicole, Anna moved closer,
relaxed on her side, head propped with one arm, and nodded for me to give
Jean-Nicole what she wanted.  She rubbed the head of my dick up and down in
Jean-Nicole's juicy slit and I began.

   In a couple of minutes, I had finally accomplished my appointed task.  I
had slowly and patiently persisted until my penis was balls-deep in
Jean-Nicole's tight little pussy.  I had listened to all her groans and
grunts and moans and endured all her wiggles and squirms and humps.  It was
her insistence that I be on top of her in the old-fashioned missionary
position and that's where we were.  We were belly to belly and her soft
little breasts were flattened against my chest.  She had her arms clasped
over me holding me down with one hand behind my head in an open-mouthed
tongue-tangling spit-swapping duel.  Her legs were squeezing me around my
waist and her ankles were locked over my ass with one heel bumping me right
in the crack.  Damn, I still felt subservient to her.

   Anna lay there on her side close to us, watching, a smile playing on her
red lips, her head propped up with one hand, and the other hand between her
legs, fingers moving.  I was determined to give Jean-Nicole a good fuck
that left her pussy full-to-overflowing with my semen.  Why did she have to
choose that moment to say it?

   "David, Anna says I should ask you.  Would you give me a baby?"

   "What?"

   "Would you give me a baby?  I don't mean right now.  I mean someday. 
Anna says it's OK with her as long as you give her one first."

   I looked at Anna.  She nodded and smiled so wide her dimples showed.

   "Is she serious?" I asked and then looked down at Jean-Nicole's
beautiful eyes.  "Are you serious?"

   "She's entirely serious, David," Anna said.  "She and I are completely
in agreement.  You should give any of the ten women who come here a baby if
they want one of yours."

   I looked at Anna again, said "Shit!", and then turned back to
Jean-Nicole.

   "Anna told me she thought you'd give your love to another one of the ten
guys who come here, not to me.  He's the one who should give you a baby."

   "Well, maybe he could give me my first one and you could give me my
second one.  Anyway, I don't want one for a few years yet."

   "Maybe you should marry him and he should give you all your babies."

   "But I might not want to marry one of them.  I already know I want a
man, not a boy.  Only five more are coming and I might not want to marry
one of them if they're all as young as Pyotr.  If that happens, Anna says I
might ask you to marry me."

   "Damn!  I'm already married to her!"

   "I know but you could have two wives; couldn't you?" Jean-Nicole
persisted.  "She and I are already good friends and we get along great. 
She says it would be OK with her."

   I looked at Anna and saw her grinning.  I knew they had planned this.  I
shut my eyes and shook my head to try to get some sense in it.  They both
knew she was going to ask me the question and they waited until my balls
were resting on Jean-Nicole's soft little ass cheeks to ask me.  Damn. 
They knew I would agree to anything when I had my dick in a pussy and was
just ready to give somebody a good fuck.

   Anna moved over closer to us and patted me on the ass.  "Just think
about it, David.  I don't mind if you have a lot more children than I can
give you.  When all of us women get in child-bearing mode, we can have
twenty or more children running around here in a few years.  Wouldn't that
be nice?"

   "I don't want to think about it," I said.  "I want to go bear hunting."

   "Well, you don't have to think about it right now.  You just go ahead
and give Jean-Nicole a good fuck and then we'll let you rest a few minutes
before you give me my turn.  I'm like Aimee.  I like to watch.  I like to
see your big dick going in her pussy."

   "Aimee, are you watching too?" I asked.

   "Yes, David, you gave me permission to watch you so I'm always
observing. I find what you are doing with Jean-Nicole fascinating."

   "Can you see between my legs where my dick is going in her pussy?"

   "No, David, when you are in one of the bed alcoves, I can only see you
in a side view."

   "Well, at least I have a little privacy left."

   "David, be a good boy and give Jean-Nicole a good fuck," Anna said.

   "Shit," I said.

   I should have known they were up to something.  Earlier, I had stood
there behind them while they were getting Petra ready for bed, listening to
them whisper, thinking they were talking about Petra, not thinking about
why they kept throwing glances at me, thinking maybe they were talking
about Pyotr, standing there to one side.  They had cared for Petra first,
talked her into letting them remove her chemise and laying there in the bed
flat on her belly with her skinny little-girl body naked and her beautiful
little derriere shining, while they oh so gently washed her back and
buttocks and rubbed the red stripes with ointment.  Then they helped her
put on a fresh chemise and crawl further into the bed.  I wondered again
how anyone could be so evil as to whip a child like that.

   Pyotr took her place.  They tenderly washed and treated his back and
buttocks and then asked him to sit up.  I grinned when I saw his genitals.
He had about four or five inches of hard milky-white pointing-up penis with
an uncapped red head and a soft drooping pink scrotum with a couple of
quail's eggs in it.  Only fourteen years old and already responding like a
man.  Damn.

   They ignored his condition and helped him with a chemise.  He lay down
with his back toward us and Petra turned the same way and moved back
against him.  I watched as he put his right leg over her left leg, one arm
over her chest, his head just behind hers in her hair, got tickled by her
hair, moved back a little, sighed, relaxed.

   I assumed his pointing penis was nosing into the warm spot between her
thighs.  Like a camel getting his nose in the tent, I knew that if the head
of his penis ever nestled between the little lips of her pussy he was going
to end up balls-deep in her and eventually give her a dose of his
baby-makers.  I knew she shouldn't be impregnated by her brother or anyone
else for years.  But how to stop it!  That's the question.

   I gave Jean-Nicole one tentative thrust.  Nobody was going to stop me. I
was going to fill one tight pussy to overflowing with my baby-makers and
then give another the same thing.

   It is bad enough when one woman is determined to drive a man wild.  But
two?  Both did their best to make me lose consciousness in my big head and
to start thinking with my little head.  They expected me to give both of
them a good fuck, Jean-Nicole first and Anna second.  I knew I could do it.
I'd come twice in Anna's pussy often enough.  All I needed was a short
refractory period and a hand or mouth to jump-start me and I was good to go
again.  In Flagstaff, I'd come four times in one day in Anna's welcoming
pussy.  Maybe I could do both of them twice.  Who needs sleep?

   And now she's asked me that damned question.  I couldn't think about it
and still give her the kind of fuck I was determined to deliver.  I shook
all thoughts out of my head and started sliding my penis in and out of in
her tight little pussy.  That worked.  I slowly quit thinking at all and
the only thing I was aware of was how it felt to have my penis moving in
her pussy.  I slid my arms partially under her back, curved my hands around
on her shoulders to hold her in place, and started fucking her.

   After a while, I caught one leg under my arm, pushed back, caught the
other, and let her ankles come to rest on my shoulders.  I resumed fucking
her.  I was in no hurry.  I just enjoyed pounding the hell out of her until
an orgasm snuck up on me and my balls started squirting my molten spine
into her pussy.  I thrust into her repeatedly in time with each pulse in my
penis and finally crashed with the head against her cervix bathed in a hot
puddle of my baby-makers and her juices.

   When I regained consciousness and rolled off Jean-Nicole, Anna was
waiting with warm washcloths.  She tucked one washcloth between
Jean-Nicole's thighs and then she wiped my penis clean, milked it down, and
caught the last dollop with her mouth.  And that's when it occurred to me
that there was something missing, something that had not happened, maybe. I
turned back to Jean-Nicole.

   "Did you come?"

   "Uuummm."

   "Dammit, did you come?"

   "Yes, David," she whispered.  "I came.  Couldn't you tell?"

   "I was busy."

   She stretched out with her hands above her head and her toes pointed in
the opposite direction.  I waited until she relaxed.

   "I came, David," she whispered.  "You're a good fucker.  Do it again."

   "Wait `til Anna has a turn," I said, and flopped down on my back.

   My face and chest and armpits were wet with sweat but I was temporarily
too wrung out to care.  Anna cared.  She wiped my face as gently as she had
wiped Petra's.  I stretched my arms until I bumped the wall of the alcove
and waited.  Anna wiped my throat, my chest, my armpits, my belly, my
penis, and last my testicles.  I thought about turning over so she could do
my back but I was afraid she'd wipe my ass too.  When she was through with
me, she crawled over me to Jean-Nicole and gave her the same treatment. 
She used a different washcloth.

   When we finally settled down, I was flat on my back, pillows under my
neck and my knees, eyes closed, hands together on my stomach.  Anna was on
her left side, right leg over one of mine, one hand on my chest, idly
playing and pulling on the hair in the center and around my nipples. 
Jean-Nicole was on her right side, left leg over one of mine, fingers idly
trying to pull my short pubic hair that I was letting grow back.

   A little lurking thought finally surfaced in my mind and I knew why I
could never take Jean-Nicole as a second wife.

   "Jean-Nicole, there's a good reason why I don't want you to give your
love to me," I said.

   "Just as long as I let you fuck me, huh?" she answered.

   "Shut up," I said.  "It has nothing to do with you.  It's because Anna
and I are...we love each other in a way that...shit!  It's hard to
explain."

   "Just be patient, Love," Anna said.  "I can wait a while for my fuck."

   I told Jean-Nicole how I felt when I first saw Anna, how I felt that we
were destined to be together and how it had been in Flagstaff and how empty
I felt when I came here without her and how complete I felt when she
arrived.  I tried to explain how we sometimes became one when we made love
and I felt her body's responses as much as I felt my own, that we were not
like two bodies but like one, and I felt her emotions too and I knew with
certainty that she loved me and I loved her and we always would.

   "So don't say I don't love you," I said, finally.  "I do but I can't
love you like I love Anna.  I want you to find your own man and give
yourself to him completely.  Maybe he will surrender to you the same way
and the two of you can have the same kind of love and marriage that Anna
and I do."

   "He's very eloquent; isn't he?" Jean-Nicole said.

   "Yes, sometimes he amazes me," Anna answered.

   They talked back and forth over me.  I listened.  I had said all I had
to say.  They played.  I enjoyed it.  My penis was still engorged and
almost ready to stand up again.  Anna leaned over and sucked on one nipple
and pinched the other.  Jean-Nicole leaned over and licked my belly button
clean.  Somebody's fingers tickled my testicles.  Somebody traced up the
shaft of my penis with one sharp fingernail.  My penis liked what they were
doing.  It straightened up toward my navel and began to top off its blood
bank.

   I sat up, pushed Anna back, and knee-walked until I was between her
spread legs.  She looked up at me, gave me a welcoming smile, and held out
her arms to enclose me.  Jean-Nicole scooted up closer to us and propped
her head on one arm to watch.  She moved the cloth from between her thighs
and curved her hand over her mound with two fingers hidden.

   "I love you, Anna," I said.  "I want to be one with you again."

   "I love you too, David, she said.  " I want you to fuck me.  If we
become one, I charge extra."

   She smiled at me and I saw her pink tongue lick her red lips and I
wanted to kiss her.  "I love your mouth," I said, and, on splayed arms,
bent over and found her mouth with mine.  I wanted her pink tongue in my
mouth.  She gave it to me.  I sucked on it and gave her mine in return.

   I pulled back up and looked down at her again.  Her breasts were soft
and relaxed, drooped just a little to each side, nipples already pointy. 
"I love your breasts," I said, and she cupped her hands under them and
offered them to me.  I bent over again and sucked on first one nipple and
then the other.  I wanted her breasts heavy and drooling milk for me to
drink.  I wanted to fuck her and squirt a few million sperm into her womb
and make a baby in her.

   I pulled back up, saw her eyes closed, a smile on her red lips.  She
lifted her pelvis toward me.  "I love your pussy too, especially when it's
a cunt and hot for my cock," I said.  "I especially love it them."

   I wanted my mouth on her pussy but that was a challenge in the bed
alcove.  I knew I could make her lay crossways on the mattress with her
legs hanging off and me on the floor between them taking long licks up
between her thighs.  I had done that often enough but that wasn't what I
wanted this time.

   I slid my hands under her soft derriere, lifted her up until only her
shoulders and head were on the bed, and gave her a long lick from her
pink-brown pucker, over her perineum, over the entrance to her vagina,
between the squiggly little lips, all the way to the hard bump of her
clitoris.  I did it again and again until the lips were spread to each side
and I saw the coral and red and pink inside her pussy.  I pulled back and
looked at the feast I held in my hands.  Her clitoris, her little penis,
was blood red and poking out of its hood for almost a half inch.  I pursed
my lips and sucked on it until she squealed and stuck her hands in my hair
and pulled.

   I lowered her to the bed and pulled her legs up around my hips.  She
stuck both hands between us, notched the head of my penis in the entrance
to her vagina, and then wrapped her arms around my chest.  I pushed and
felt that wonderful feeling of the smooth shiny head of my penis pushing
her wet hot vaginal walls apart until I was balls deep in her.  I began to
flex my hips, slowly let my beast loose, and all too soon my body squirted
out its life into her welcoming cunt.  I lay there, breath rasping in and
out of my nostrils, lost in the afterglow of our fucking until I couldn't
hold myself suspended on top of her any more.  I rolled off her and flopped
on my back between her and Jean-Nicole.

   Jean-Nicole reached over, patted my penis right on its slimy head, said
"Good boy," and grinned at me.  I shut my eyes and lay there while she
wiped my penis and testicles clean.

   I was through, exhausted, shot, fucked out, drained, but there was one
more thing I wanted to do before I surrendered to Morpheus.  I wanted to
look at Pyotr and Petra again.  After a few minutes, I crawled out of the
bed, from between Anna and Jean-Nicole, two naked bodies in the almost-dark
night, smelling of sweat and sex.  I staggered out of our bed chamber,
across the hallway into the toilet to the row of urinals, and pissed in
blessed relief.

   Back in the hallway, I told Aimee where I was going and asked her to
light Pyotr's and Petra's bedchamber just enough for me to see them.  She
reported that they seemed to be in deep sleep and all their vital signs
were normal.

   Pyotr and Petra were both naked and I wondered why they had removed
their chemises.  They had swapped places and Petra's back was toward me. 
Pyotr was sleeping flat on his back and one arm was around Petra's
shoulders.  She was sleeping on her side and her head was on Pyotr's
shoulder.  The stripes on her back and buttocks already seemed to be
lighter.  One of her legs was across both of his and one of her arms was
across his stomach.  In the dim light, I could barely see where her hand
was.  I looked closer and saw that her fingers were cupped around his
testicles.  His penis was between her thumb and hand, swollen but not
erect, a fat little appendage, foreskin pulled back, head dark in the dim
light, not red.  I smiled.  Anna and Jean-Nicole had both been holding my
penis and testicles just before I rolled out of the bed and I couldn't tell
whose hand was holding what.

   I looked at two beautiful faces, relaxed and innocent in sleep, at the
tangles of their blond hair, at their slim arms and legs and bodies.  They
were perfect children, the children of some fairy tale, almost too
beautiful to be real.  I stood there studying them for some time, reluctant
to stop looking at them.  I wanted so much to help them.  With the love
that Jean-Nicole and Anna had given me, I resolved to do my best.

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   Over the following days, Pyotr and Petra gradually told us about their
lives.  They were fourteen-year old twins, their birthdays just a month
ago, names chosen by their mother from her Russian background.

   Their mother was an intelligent woman but very capricious and always
quickly tiring of one thing and wanting to move on to another.  She had
numerous lovers or boyfriends and three husbands over the years.  She was
still married to one husband at the time of her death.

   Pyotr and Petra were both virgins.  When questioned in private by Anna,
Petra seemed proud that her menses had begun and she had already had two
periods.  I talked to Pyotr in private and he also seemed proud that he was
beginning puberty and could now "shoot off" when he masturbated.  I told
him how proud I had been when I started ejaculating just after my
thirteenth birthday.

   The twins were given little love by their mother or her husbands and so
they gave all their love to each other.  They were inseparable, regularly
together during the day and even at night when they usually slept together
in identical pajamas.  When the stepfather learned that, he mildly
complained but he didn't try to make them sleep separately.

   The last husband was a foreigner but he never made it clear what country
he was from.  He never seemed to work and he was gone for days at a time,
saying only that he was on business trips.  He was good to the mother and
children at first and took them lots of places like the zoo and museum and
concerts.  At the beginning of summer, after school was out, he moved them
to a nice new apartment in a different school district.  The twins didn't
want to leave their old school but didn't complain.  He gave all of them a
completely new wardrobe of clothes, the mother a new car, and the twins a
new computer.  The twins almost lived on the computer and they had no
restrictions on their internet use.

   Then one late-summer day, their mother died suddenly and supposedly
naturally.  The stepfather said she had been running a fever and
complaining of aches for a few days before her death but the children had
seen no signs of illness.  The twins thought that perhaps the stepfather
had given her an overdose of drugs or maybe poisoned her.  There was no
funeral since the mother had never professed any religious beliefs.  She
was simply cremated with a death certificate which the stepfather provided.

   Shortly after her death, their stepfather said he was taking them to a
theme park in Florida for a vacation.  They drove in the mother's car from
their New York hometown to Orlando with a one-night stop.

   At the stop, the twins wanted to sleep together and their stepfather
said they could.  The children were sure they had packed their pajamas in
their suitcase but they couldn't find them.  When they asked their
stepfather what to do, he said they could sleep in the nude.  They bathed
together as usual, turned off the shower, and started to dry themselves. 
Then their stepfather walked into the bathroom, naked.  He insisted on
toweling them dry and they reluctantly acceded.  They had never been naked
around him before and were uneasy but he did nothing to alarm them.  He
bathed after they did, singing something in a foreign language, and came
out naked with a damp towel around his neck, still humming a tune.

   He let the twins choose their bed and then lay down on the other, still
naked.  Pyotr as usual was protective of his sister and lay down on the
side next to the stepfather's bed.  The stepfather turned on the TV and
searched through the TV offerings until he found what he thought was a
kid's program.  He smiled at them, turned off the bedside light, and
settled down propped up on pillows.  They watched television for a while
and then went to sleep.

   They arrived in Orlando late on the next afternoon, had take-out from a
fast-food place, and then checked in at a motel.  As on the previous night,
the twins bathed first and again the stepfather insisted on toweling them
dry.  He smiled and hummed a tune while doing it.  He pressed the towel
against their genitals, didn't touch them with his hands, and did nothing
to alarm them.  After he bathed, they went to bed, naked again, watched
television for a while, and then slept.

   The next morning, the stepfather asked the twins to choose some nice
casual clothes and to get dressed while he shaved.  Pyotr saw something
like tickets in the stepfather's open suitcase and was curious which
amusement park they were going to.  He checked that the bathroom door was
closed enough so their stepfather couldn't see them and then pulled the
tickets out.  He was horrified by the implications of what he saw: airline
tickets for three first from Orlando to Paris and then to Riyadh in Saudi
Arabia, but not in their names.  He and his sister were staring at the
tickets when the stepfather walked out of the bathroom.

   The stepfather said the tickets were a surprise for them and that he was
talking them to Saudi Arabia to see the biggest amusement park in the
world. Pyotr didn't believe him.  He asked why they had come to Orlando
when they could have flown out of airports in New York.  The stepfather
offered excuses but Pyotr knew he was lying and that he had some sort of
plan for them.

   Pyota said that he and his sister were not going and they wanted to call
the police.  The stepfather pulled a rope out of his suitcase, doubled it,
and threatened Pyotr with it.  The boy said they weren't going again and a
gradually-escalating argument ensued.  Suddenly the stepfather grabbed him
by the wrist and hit him with the rope.  Pyota screamed and tried to get
away.  Petra screamed and tried to attack the stepfather.  The three went
around in circles with the stepfather trying to get away from Petra and, at
the same time, hitting Pyotr with the rope.

   Then the stepfather dropped Pyotr's wrist, grabbed Petra's, and started
beating her with the rope.  Pyotr attacked him but couldn't stop him.  He
couldn't bear to see his sister beaten so he gave in and screamed that they
would go.

   The stepfather wiped off Petra's back and buttocks with a washcloth and
then wiped off Pyotr's.  He stood between them and the door while all of
them got dressed.  Before they left, the stepfather gave them what he said
were pain-relieving pills for their backs.  He held them by their wrists
while they went to the car and then made them get in the back seat, locked
their doors from his driver's side, and drove away from the motel.

   Pyotr managed to stay calm and think about what they could do to escape.
He knew they couldn't get out the back doors when they were locked on the
driver's control panel.  The traffic was too heavy and fast and he knew it
would be dangerous for him to interfere with the stepfather's driving. 
They were trapped and he knew they had to find some way to escape.

   When they turned onto the airport roads, traffic slowed and Pyotr
thought of a way they might get away.  He waited until traffic had slowed
even more and then grabbed his stepfather by the head, hands over his eyes,
twisted his neck, and pulled back as hard as he could.  The car bumped over
a curb, ran off the road, and slid into a road-side retention pond.  It
stopped suddenly, slanted down, and the front airbags exploded.  Pyotr kept
his grip on his stepfather's head and waited for the airbags to deflate but
neither did.  The stepfather clawed at Pyotr's hands, trying to break free.
Pyotr let go, put his feet behind the stepfather's seat, and pushed.

   The stepfather started saying, "I kill you," like the terrorist puppet,
but, trapped between the airbag and the seat, he couldn't do anything. 
Then Pyotr heard air rushing out of the car and water rushing in and he
realized he could let the stepfather drown and then force his way to the
control panel beside the driver and open the doors to escape.

   He screamed for Petra to put her feet next to his and help him push. 
She scrambled over and they both pushed.  The car settled farther, the
stepfather struggled but he was trapped.  He splashed frantically as more
water rushed in.  The car settled farther until it was standing almost
straight up and it was easier for the two of them to push.  They held their
legs stiff while the water poured in and gradually covered their
stepfather's head.  He struggled for what seemed like an eternity but
finally went limp.  The water was now almost covering Pyotr and Petra. 
Pyotr took a deep breath and tried to force his way under water to the
control panel for the doors.  Then something strange happened and he
thought he was dying.  That was the last he knew until he woke up here.

   <><><>

   One night after they had been with us for a while, I kept thinking of
Pyotr and Petra, two abused children about to leave their childhood behind
and embark on the journey to adulthood.  They were children who had not
received the love and care they so desperately needed.  Perhaps Pyotr was
right in his belief that their stepfather had intended to sell them.  I had
often heard rumors and tales of young children, particularly blond ones,
who had been sold in the countries which treated women as chattel.  The
wealthy in those countries supposedly valued them as sex slaves.  What
should I do to help them?

   I went in the bedchamber where we threw our dirty clothes until wash
day, sorted through my pile, and chose warm outdoor clothes.  I dressed in
multiple layers, including a hooded top which covered me from head down to
mid-thigh.  I still wasn't satisfied since I was just going to be sitting
so I went in the clothing storeroom and got a heavy blanket.  Next I went
looking for Anna.

   She and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole were sitting in the lounge with Pyotr
and Petra.  I assumed they were talking about our world and about our
colony and, I hoped, about the kind of loving family we were trying to
create.

   I had talked with Pyotr after he and Petra moved into their own
bedchamber.  He wanted to sleep with his sister as always and I told him
that he must not have sex with her.  He seemed to be intelligent and wise
beyond his years and knew that he could impregnate her before she even had
a period.  He insisted that it was his duty to protect her and he always
would and would never do anything that put her at risk.  I told him that I
trusted him to be a man of his word and we shook hands on that.

   Pyotr and Petra were gradually becoming accustomed to being apart. 
Pyotr had gone exploring twice with James and Toby and seemed to love
wandering the woods and mountain as much as they did.  On one occasion,
three grinning boys brought more large white eggs home from the swamp.  He
also seemed to want to hang around me and to help me when I was working.  I
think he was beginning to regard me as a father and friend.  Petra was
eager to help Jean-Nicole with cooking and was often close to Anna.  I
could see that she thought of Anna as a mother surrogate.

   "Anna, I'm going outdoors for a while," I said.  "I'll be on the top
terrace.  It's a good place to go to think.  Get Aimee to call me if
anybody needs me."

   "It's cold tonight," she said.  "Don't get chilled."

   "You can warm me up if I do," I said.

   "You can send him to get a hot shower, Anna," Petra said.  She grinned
at me, the same sort of grin that James used when he was having fun with
me.

   "Maybe I'll shower with him, Petra," Anna said.  "Maybe all of us girls
can give him a good bath.  Would you like to help?"

   "I would," Jean-Nicole said.

   "Me too," Caitlyn said.

   "I'm leaving before I get in trouble," I said.  "I'm going bear
hunting." I didn't dare wait to see what Petra said.

   I climbed up to the highest level of the terraces, sat down, and wrapped
up in the blanket.  The night air was still but very cold, and each breath
came out of me steaming.  The moon was nowhere to be seen and the stars
twinkled like a billion diamonds in the sky.  I knew this new world in this
universe was as uncaring and indifferent as my old one but I was beginning
to feel at home in it.  I had often felt like a visitor from another planet
in my old world.  I could never understand how so many held religious
beliefs which led to them killing each other.  Perhaps we could have a
world in which that never happened.

   The others had suggested more than once that we should all have another
night of sexual play, sex without seriousness, just fun, with no hurry to
get to orgasms.  I liked to do that too and I knew Anna did.  So far we had
not had any rules about what was permissible but I felt that a conference
to decide on rules or boundaries was needed.  Just thinking about it made
my penis awaken.  I fumbled one hand inside all my clothing and
straightened it out so it was against my stomach with room to grow.

   When Anna and I had sex, we both liked to have foreplay for an extended
period before we surrendered to the final act.  The others seemed to be in
agreement on that.  Sharing sex with Jean-Nicolle certainly changed my
attitude toward her.  I still had not enjoyed the final act with Caitlyn
but she seemed to be gradually more accepting of the possibility.

   But now we had two children to consider.  I had been thinking for days
trying to decide what the right thing to do was.  I knew one role of
parents was to teach their children about sex but to keep them from doing
it until they were mature enough to accept the consequences.  Should I, as
a surrogate father, try to protect Petra from sex for a few years?  Should
I let her make her own decisions about what to do sexually?  I accepted my
role as a protector and would throw myself at a bear to keep her safe. 
Should I try to protect her from three young horny boys?  I had no idea
whether her vagina was developed enough to hold a young boy's penis,
certainly not a mature male's penis.

   I sat there and looked at the sea, black as the sky with millions of
reflected lights.  I looked at the sky again and saw nothing but twinkling
diamonds.  I didn't expect any answers from either of them.  I knew how
cold and impersonal they were.  Should I be the same way?  Should I try to
protect Petra?  Maybe Pyotr needed protection too.  Should I let James and
Toby invite him to join in their daily jack-off sessions?  I was reasonably
sure that they would not try to fuck him in the ass.  Somehow I wasn't
worried about Pyotr but I kept worrying about doing the right thing for
Petra.

   I finally decided that the best thing to do was to call a conference one
day soon and to let everybody, including Pyotr and Petra, have their say. I
wanted to have another night of sexual fun with everybody, maybe including
the twins, if I was convinced that we wouldn't hurt them by including them.


   My butt was cold and I was tired of sitting.  I stood up, carefully made
my way down the stairs, and started toward the door to home.  I smiled. 
Perhaps a hot shower with some women and girls would be a nice way to relax
before bed.  I wondered what the girls would say when they discovered my
hard-on under all my clothing.  Like Danni or Gabi, would they say "Il ne
casse rien," or "Il faut le voir pour le croire?"

   Chapter Thirty-Two

   I was dreaming of being bathed by some giggling females when the room
began to shake.  In my muddled sleep state, I thought an earthquake was
occurring and the bed was shaking.  Instead Anna was shaking me by the
shoulder.  Then I heard Aimee and I lifted my head.

   "David, please wake up," Aimee called.  "Petra is crying and Pyotr
cannot make her stop."

   I stood up beside the bed, held out my hand to Anna, and we quickly went
out the door into the hallway, down past Iain's and Caitlyn's bed chamber,
to the one Petra and Pyotr had chosen.

   Since their arrival, Anna and I had watched the twins carefully.  They
seemed to be adapting to our company and our new world without significant
difficulty.  They were comfortable being almost naked and wearing only a
loincloth when inside.  They grinned and strutted like we all had when they
first wore our Sherwood Forest attire on a venture outside.  They were
eager to help in our house-keeping chores and in our garden preparation. 
And, most important of all, they seemed genuinely happy to be with us.  I
had not expected any trouble.

   Pyotr and Petra were naked, just as Anna and I were.  They were in the
middle of the bed and he was holding her close to him face to face, rocking
back and forth, and talking to her.  She was crying inconsolably.  I didn't
know what to do.  Anna did.  She crawled over the two of them to the back
side of Petra, cuddled up to her, and began whispering to her.

   "Turn over, Petra," she said.  "It's me, Anna.  What's wrong?  Why are
you crying?"

   Pyotr answered for her.  "She had a bad dream.  She said he was coming
to get us for killing him, you know, our stepfather.  I can't make her
stop."

   "Turn over, Petra," Anna whispered.  "Let me hold you.  It'll be OK. 
Nobody's coming to get you.  David and Pyotr and I will protect you. 
Nobody will hurt you."

   Petra slowly turned over and Anna immediately moved closer and held her,
one arm under her, one arm protectively over her, one hand holding Petra's
head just above her breasts.  I crawled in the bed behind Pyotr, put my arm
over him, and pulled him back.  He put his hand on my hip and moved back
against me.

   Anna kept talking quietly to Petra, reassuring her that we would protect
her, that the bad man could never do anything to her again, that we were in
a world where there were no bad men, only good ones, and that we would all
take care of her.  Petra's sobs slowed and finally she was quiet.

   "Petra, I've got to pee," Anna whispered.  "Would you go with me to the
toilet?  Maybe Pyotr and David need to go too."

   I understood what Anna was trying to do so I quickly said I needed to go
too.  Then Pyotr either understood or really had to go and said he needed
to pee too.  I rolled out of the bed alcove and held out my hand.  Pyotr
took it for a moment and then relinquished it to Petra.  I wasn't sure that
it was wise to hold her since both of us were naked but I wanted to.  My
penis was complacent so I didn't think it would alarm her to have it
against her.  I wanted to reassure her that she was safe and that I would
protect her.  I pulled her up against me, wrapped both arms around her, and
reinforced what Anna had said.

   "Petra, nobody is going to hurt you," I said quietly but emphatically.
"We're going to protect you.  Nobody will ever abuse you like he did again.
I will make sure of that.  You're going to have a long and happy and safe
life with us."

   I motioned for Pyotr and Anna to come closer and we stood there for a
moment in a triangle completely surrounding Petra, as close to her as we
could get.

   "I really do need to pee," Anna said, and our huddle broke up.  She held
out her hand to Petra and the two of them started to the toilet.  I
shrugged, held out my hand to Pyotr, and we followed them.  At the door to
the toilet, Petra stopped.  Anna looked at her quizzically.

   "I wish I could pee like they do," she said smiling up at Anna and then
giggling.  "I wish I could stand up and do it."

   "We can," Anna said, and led her into the women's side of the toilet. 
"We just can't stand up and aim as well as they do."

   Petra giggled.  Pyotr looked at me and grinned.  I shrugged and we went
in the men's side to do our stand up and aim piss.

   Pyotr demonstrated how well he could aim.  He held his penis between
fingers and thumbs on both hands, grunted, drilled the urinal dead center,
and then stopped.  I was about to start but I waited to see what he was
going to do.  He took a step backwards, grunted again, and drilled the
urinal dead center again.  I held my penis on ready, waiting to see if he
was through showing off.  He wasn't.  He took another step backwards,
grunted again, and squirted another stream close to the center.  I shook my
head and pissed.  I didn't try to follow his example.  He turned toward me
and held his penis and testicles cupped in his hand.

   "Do you think my penis is going to be as big as yours, David?" he asked.

   I looked at his penis and testicles.  I had no idea what size his penis
was going to be but I knew he needed reassurance like all young boys do. 
Soft, his was about ten centimeters, about four inches.  It looked like a
nice handful.

   "I don't know, Pyotr," I said.  "Why worry about it?  Your penis is
already as big as some grown men's.  It will please a woman.  That's all
that matters."

   "I thought women liked big ones."

   "Pyotr, you can have a huge penis and still be a lousy lover.  We're
going to teach you how to be a good lover.  Ask James and Toby.  Talk to
Aimee and let her start you in the sex education classes with them.  Ask me
questions.  I'll answer the best I can.  But don't worry about size.  We'll
all teach you how to make love to a woman.  Just don't do it with Petra."

   He looked at me and frowned.  "David, she's my sister.  I love her but I
don't want to do it with her.  I want to protect her.  I always have."

   "Then maybe you had better stop sleeping with her naked," I said.  "Your
penis is a treacherous organ, Pyotr.  Sometimes we think with our little
head.  It doesn't care whether she's your sister or not."

   "I know but I hate to stop," he said.  "It's always been nice just to
sleep with her and cuddle with her."

   "Have you done anything else with her, I mean, more than just cuddling."

   "We play with each other sometimes."

   "I mean sexually.  Have you played with her pussy?  Has she played with
your dick?"

   "Yeah, we've always done that.  I guess we were just curious about how
we were different.  Lately, since I started ejaculating, she's jacked me
off a couple of times.  The first time, I came on my stomach and she tried
to see if there was sperm in it.  The white stuff is the sperm; isn't it?"

   "Yes, and that's what can get her pregnant.  Don't take a chance on
that, Pyotr.  You can kill your sister if you get her pregnant at her age."

   "I won't, David.  She's my sister and I want to protect her.  We shared
our mother's womb for nine months and we've shared the same bed since them.
I guess we love each other because nobody else has ever loved us.  Is it so
bad if we play with each other, maybe even have sex with each other?"

   "She's your sister, Pyotr," I said.  "Boys don't usually have sex with
their sisters."

   "I know," he said.  "We've talked about it though."

   "Well, would the two of you talk to Anna and me before you do anything?

   "Yeah."

   We waited in the hallway for Anna and Petra to come out.  Why does it
always take women so long to piss?  Finally they walked out hand-in-hand.

   "Let's go back to your bed chamber, Petra," Anna said.  "David always
protects me.  I want you to believe that he will protect you too."

   In their bed chamber, she asked me to crawl in first and Petra to get in
second.

   "I want him to spoon up to you, Petra," she said.  "I want him to hold
you, just hold you.  That's all.  I want you to feel his strength, his
warmth, his love, the same way I feel it every night.  He's the strongest
man I've ever known and he's also the most gentle and loving and caring."

   Petra moved back against me and I wrapped her up in almost the same way
I do Anna every night.  I put my arm over her but without my hand on her
little breasts, put my right leg over her left one, and nestled my flaccid
penis against her smooth little derriere.  I pulled her back against me,
using just a little force to let her feel my strength, then took a couple
of deep breaths, almost closed my eyes, and relaxed.

   Anna asked Pyotr to get in next and then she spooned up against his
butt. She did almost the same thing she usually does with me, almost
because she didn't reach down and play with his penis for a moment.

   "Now, could we relax and go back to sleep," Anna said.  "David and I are
going to sleep with you tonight.  I want to tell you about the time David
killed a rattlesnake with his bare hands before it could strike me."

   I thought for a second I might get a hard-on from having a young female,
a little girl just starting to become a woman, against me.  My penis was
warm and semi-swollen as it always is in the warmth of our living quarters.
It was pressed against the smooth derriere of a beautiful female.  I liked
to look at her beauty but then I also liked to look at the beauty of her
brother the same way.  I didn't feel any sexual response from admiring
their beauty and I didn't feel any sexual arousal from holding her.  All I
felt was a protective instinct for an innocent child.  I felt the same way
about Pyotr.  I felt the same sort of instinct for Anna and perhaps for all
women.  Maybe there is in men a protective instinct toward all women and
children.  After what I had done in our old world, killing so many men, I
liked knowing there was something soft and warm and loving in me.

   I lay there holding Petra, looking at Anna holding Pyotr, listening to
the whispered story of the rattlesnake.  When Anna finished, I pulled Petra
tighter against me and closed my eyes.  Sleep wasn't long in returning.

   I woke up the next morning with a rampant piss-hard pressed between the
warm thighs of a female.  At first, I wasn't concerned because I thought I
was holding Anna.  When I realized I was holding Petra, I tried to move
back away from her but she was holding my hand pressed flat against her
chest.  I felt a soft little breast and the bump of a nipple in the center
of my palm.

   "It's OK, David," Petra whispered.  "Don't go.  I know guys sometimes
get hard when they have to pee.  I've felt Pyotr's lots of times.  It
doesn't scare me."

   I looked at Pyotr's sleeping face.  Only his lips moved.

   "Yeah, but she says she'll whack it off if I try to stick it in her."

   It scared me, not her threat, but my hard-on's proximity to her pussy.
More than once, Anna and I had sleepily cooperated in letting my penis nose
into her pussy in the middle of the night.  I sat up, crawled over three
bodies, and went to the toilet.  Pyotr came in, his morning woody wavering
back and forth like a divining rod, and, without a performance, peed next
to me.  He didn't say a word, just grinned at me.  I don't know what the
girls did.

   <><><>

   A few days later, James and Toby and I planned an early-morning
walkabout.  I piled my outdoor clothes in the hallway just outside our bed
chamber door so I wouldn't awaken Anna getting dressed.  Lucky usually
awakened about dawn and wanted to go outdoors for a quick pee and then a
sniffing exploration.  I had left open the door to our bed chamber so James
could call me.

   As usual, the three of us first went to the highest level of the
terraces for a look.  Lucky disappeared somewhere in the woods.  I knew he
would come back when James whistled for him.  The day was cold and gray
with low clouds and strong gusts of wind.  Aimee had given me the morning
weather report but there is nothing like really experiencing the raw
outdoors for yourself.  I pulled the hood to my rain cape over my head and
tied it so only my face was exposed.  Toby and James did the same.  We
stood there like three monks in brown robes looking at the sea and the sky
and the mountain.

   I heard a strange honking noise, looked for it, and soon saw a huge
flock of geese coming from the north.  I watched as they dropped lower and
lower and seemed to curve around somewhere to the south.  I realized that
was the location of the swamp where Iain and James had found eggs in the
water.

   "Well, looks like we're going on an eggspedition this afternoon," I
said. Toby and James both groaned.

   At breakfast I announced the afternoon eggspedition and got more groans
and giggles.  I was eager to go and I knew Toby and James and Iain were
too. When James told Pyotr what we were going to do, he was eager to go
with us.

   After lunch, the five of us dressed for our eggspedition.  I wanted a
fire to warm us so I took my fire starter and some tinder.  The weather was
still cold and gray so we all dressed warmly and put a rain cape in our
backpack.  When I hung an extra backpack on my shoulders, Iain did too. 
James and Toby and even Pyotr wanted to take two backpacks but I advised
them to take only one.

   Iain even took an extra-large pot from the kitchen.  When I asked why,
he said we could put it in one spot, fill it with eggs, and wouldn't have
to wade back to the shore so often.

   We hadn't gone far down the mountain when James started singing: "Hi ho,
hi ho, it's off to work we go." The rest gradually joined in and so I did
too.  The song died away and a little later James revived it, except that
he substituted the word crap for work.  And that's the way we went down the
mountain, singing, substituting four-letter dirty words for work.  Iain
carried the big pot on his head and I carried his spear.  Have you ever
heard hi ho, hi ho, it's off to shit we go sung by a guy with a beautiful
tenor voice with a pot over his head?  The dirtier the word we used, the
more giggles I heard.

   When Iain handed the pot to me, I did my best to project my voice, to
sing with strength, not weakness, as he had been teaching me.  When I
finished, I looked at him.  He smiled and nodded his head in approval.

   The pot went from one to another as we walked and the one with the pot
had to come up with another dirty word.  I wondered who was going to change
work into fuck.  Toby finally did.

   I suppose the geese heard us singing.  Before we reached the swamp, we
saw the huge flock take to the air again.  When we broke through the
bushes, the water in the swamp was still, white feathers were floating
everywhere, and we saw a few white eggs resting on the bottom near us.

   I sent the others in search of dead wood while I started a fire.  With a
fire going, we all picked up Spanish moss to use in packing the eggs.  It
was hanging from the trees everywhere and clumps of it were on the ground.

   As Iain recommended, we took off our boots, stripped off our tights, and
put our boots back on.  We kept on our long chemises, tunics, and thick
tops which covered us to mid-thigh.  With intermittent breaks to warm, we
hoped to endure the cold water long enough to find lots of eggs.

   The water had been muddied by the geese but the swamp was shallow and
eggs were still easy to spot.  We quickly filled the pot and I carried it
back to dry land and unloaded the eggs.  I warmed at the fire for a minute
and then waded back in the swamp.

   After a while, James bent over to pick up another egg and farted loudly.
He looked to the sky and said, "Where's that goose?" Of course the rest of
us looked to the sky too.  There was no goose.  That degenerated into a
debate about why geese fly in a V formation and Toby swore that it was so
they could break wind and every time they honked it was because they farted
and they were enjoying jet propulsion.  That degenerated into a discussion
of whether other animals farted and what an elephant or whale fart would
sound like.  I contributed my nonsense two cents and felt like a fifteen
year-old boy again.

   Before we finished, we had filled and emptied the pot about ten times
and had all taken breaks to warm.  I looked at all the eggs, judged that we
had about all we could carry, and called a halt.

   Still naked down below, we all stood around the fire, warming one side
and then the other.  First, we turned our butts to the fire and warmed our
backsides.  Then we faced the fire, pulled our clothing up above our belly
button, and tried to thaw out some evidently cold parts.  Our scrotums and
penises looked like they were on Greek statues.  We stood there grinning
and looking at the others.

   I remembered an incident from my boyhood when a bunch of us had
participated in a circle jerk around a fire and then pissed on the embers.
I was the leader so I led.  I rubbed my testicles and stretched my penis to
restore the blood flow.  The others followed my example.  I kept rubbing,
stroking, and pulling, until I felt a familiar response and my penis
started engorging.  I watched the others, not a word said, until all five
of us were standing there with hot hard-ons, even Pyotr.

   Since I enjoyed a leisurely jerk off once in a while, I was in no hurry.
The others grinned and did it too.  Toby was the first to squirt.  He
leaned so far forward that I was afraid he was about to roast his wiener.
He spurted again and again, and, damn, the first one flew over the fire
entirely and landed between my legs.  James was next and he grunted and
squirted down in the fire.  Pyotr shuffled up until his bare toes were
almost in the embers.  His contribution was watery but there were white
sperm in it.  I made a mental note to talk to him again and warn him about
sleeping with his sister.

   Iain and I, the old guys, were still grinning and jerking.  If we were
in a race for last place, Iain lost.  He grunted like James and squirted.
Then they all watched me.  I shrugged and kept stroking my poker.  I
whistled and stroked it.  They all watched.  I held my penis straight out
and gave it a few two-fingered strokes, really two fingers and a thumb. 
They grinned and watched.  When I finally came, I squirted out a few long
white strings directly in the middle of the fire.  James started cheering
and the others joined in.

   I stood there squeezing the last drops out of the tubes and still
feeling like a fifteen year-old boy.  When I started pissing on the fire,
the others grunted and pissed too.  We made a lot of piss-smelling steam
but we didn't extinguish the fire.  I used the pot to carry water from the
swamp and soak the embers.  As cold and gray and humid as the day was I
didn't think there was any chance the fire could get out but I didn't want
to take any chances.

   We put on the rest of our clothing and the dry moccasins we had brought
and then started filling backpacks with eggs.  Pyotr asked a question.

   "David, do you guys do that together often, you know, jack off?  Is it
alright?  All the guys at school acted like they didn't do it."

   "Let's ask James to answer your question, Pyotr," I said.

   "Yeah, Toby and I do it at least once a day," he said.  "David and Iain
and I did it a lot before their wives came.  Aimee says all young males do
it `cause their balls are producing so much semen and testosterone.  She
says it's normal and nothing to be ashamed of.  You're welcome to join us
whenever you want to."

   "Sometimes, James and I do it two or three times a day," Toby added. 
"David did it with us just so you would know it's OK; didn't you; David?"

   "That's right, but I also did it because I wanted to," I said.  "It's
fun.  Feels good.  When I was a kid, we called it a circle jerk."

   "Now that Anna's with you, do you still do it?" Pyotr asked.

   "Yeah, almost every day.  Anna likes to watch me." I answered.

   "Don't you do it with her, you know, make love to her," he asked.

   "Yeah, lots but sometimes she's out of commission but I never am," I
said.  "Sometimes I jack off and she jills off.  It's just another way to
have fun."

   Pyotr looked at Iain.  He grinned and nodded.

   "Well, I don't remember when I started but lately it seems like I do it
every day," Pyotr said.

   Iain and I helped James and Toby and Pyotr put on loaded backpacks and
then he and I each carried two.  Our spears were leaning against a huge
tree.  We each took our spear in our right hand and started the long walk
home.  Toby started off carrying the pot on his head.  James was to carry
it second, Iain third, and me last.

   On the way up the mountain, Iain and I kept an eye on Pyotr.  I could
tell that he was struggling to climb the mountain with his backpack full of
eggs.  I watched him carefully and it seemed he could hardly put one foot
in front of the other.  When I called a break and offered to carry him, he
refused.  James convinced him.

   "Pyotr, let him carry you.  When I first came here six months ago, David
had to carry me part way up the mountain.  Now I'm not even breathing hard.
In a few months, you'll be like me and Toby.  We can carry David's
backpacks.  We can both carry two.  Maybe Iain can carry yours.  If we
can't carry them, maybe we could just leave them beside the trail and come
back for them later."

   Pyotr finally but reluctantly agreed.  I carried him on my back with his
arms around my neck, his legs locked around my waist, my left arm under his
butt, and my right arm holding my spear.  At first his head was beside mine
but as we climbed he let it slip down so it was resting on my shoulder.

   We were close to home when we met four Sherwood-forest females coming
down the mountain looking for us.  The three oldest took one backpack each,
leaving James and Iain with two each.  Petra wanted to take one from James
and he reluctantly let her.  We slowly climbed the rest of the way back
home.  I was exhausted from carrying Pyotr but I was also content and happy
and glad to be in a world of my choosing.  I didn't see how life could be
any better.

   Without my asking, Anna took charge.  She had us carry the backpacks
into the kitchen where she and Jean-Nicole carefully removed the eggs and
put them in the two deep sinks.  They sprayed the eggs and then filled the
sinks with water, added water purification tablets, and left them to soak.

   Then she had us carry one of the bamboo drying racks from the central
hallway to the outdoors, ordered us to strip naked, and hung our dirty
clothes on the rack for the wind and rain and sun to give them a
preliminary cleaning.

   Finally she told us to take our naked asses to the bathing chamber where
she and Caitlyn and Petra were going to give us five guys a good scrubbing.
I looked at Jean-Nicole, wondering why she wasn't going to help.  Anna said
Jean-Nicole was going to finish dinner so we could eat as soon as we were
bathed.

   Have you ever tried to retain your composure when a woman is scrubbing
your feet and legs with a brush and your dick is right in front of her
face? How about when another is washing your genitals and ass with a soapy
washcloth?  Caitlyn scrubbed my feet, then Anna did my legs, and Petra
washed my penis and testicles with her soft little hands and a warm soapy
washcloth.  Caitlyn washed my buttocks and the crack of my ass and giggled
while she was doing it.  When she finished, Anna gave my penis a good yank
and, of course, Caitlyn and Petra yanked it too.  I couldn't help that it
was pointing almost straight up.  They let me wash everything above the
waist.  I finally rinsed the soap out of my long hair, walked over to the
drying circle, and watched the other guys get the same treatment, including
the penis yank.  I thought life couldn't get any better.

   I was wrong.  It could.  With Jean-Nicole as head chef and three
sou-chefs, the ladies had prepared a wonderful hot meal for us, oysters
crusty with cheese and bread crumbs, warm bread with garlic and olive oil,
a huge pot of deer-meat stew, thick and brown and delicious, and an onion
frittata made with caramelized onions and fresh eggs.  We all ate like we
had been starving for days.

   I was doubly wrong.  Anna asked Aimee to fill the pool in the bathing
chamber with hot water.  Five guys and four girls giggled and shoved and
tickled and groped their way to the pool, loincloths were quickly shed, and
nine naked little kids soaked and played in the tub.

   For a while, Pyotr and Toby were both face to face with Jean-Nicole,
almost floating on top of her, beautiful bare butts showing occasionally.
The three of them were whispering and she was playing with something
underwater.  I couldn't see what she was doing but I think she had
something in each hand.

   James was behind Petra, his hands were on her almost non-existent
breasts, and she was squirming against him and giggling.  I saw him let one
hand slip down her front.  She registered surprise, then pulled his hand
back to her breast, and slapped it gently.

   Caitlyn and Iain were face to face, wiggling and grinning and
whispering. Her beautiful derriere bobbed to the top occasionally.  Once I
saw the red head of Iain's penis pop to the surface between her legs.

   Anna was face to face with me with my hard-on sandwiched between our
bellies.  She wiggled around until I felt her pussy against the shaft of my
dick and she had a quick ride, a fuck without actually fucking.  I was
content, especially when she gave me an open-mouthed kiss and told me that
somebody was going to fuck my brains out when we went to bed.

   I had no idea that it wasn't going to be Anna.  Still naked, we went to
our bed chamber.  My penis was swollen, waiting for someone to fuck my
brains out.  I looked at her pubic patch and then at mine.  We both had the
dark shadow of hair there again.  She was my big beautiful Anna, my Anna,
my love, my life, my wife, and I was so glad to be united with her.

   I knew Anna would probably want to brush her hair as she did every night
so I sat down on the side of the bed and watched her.  During the day, she
usually had something tied around her hair so it was like a bushy ponytail
behind her head.  She removed it, shook her head vigorously, and her dark
curly hair went flying.  It had been cut short when she came to me but now
it was almost down to her shoulders like mine.  When she lifted her arms to
brush her hair, her breasts were lifted a little and were even more perfect
and beautiful.  As usual, all I could do was marvel at her beauty and feel
blessed that she shared her body with me.

   When she finished with her hair, she walked over in front of me.  I
looked up at her, wondering what she wanted.  Then she began to brush my
hair.  I sat there with my mouth close to her breasts and as usual I wanted
to suckle at them.  Her nipples were already standing out.  Maybe that was
what she wanted too.

   In bed together, we leisurely played at loving each other.  We tried
simultaneous oral sex but as usual that didn't last long.  I liked it
better when I was flat on my back and she was sitting on my legs, bent
over, one hand cradling my testicles, one moving hand wrapped around the
shaft of my penis, her tongue licking upwards over the sensitive spot that
tied my foreskin to the head, then her sucking mouth covering the head
while her lips slid up and down on it.  That was the way I liked it.  I
wanted her to keep doing it for days.

   I also wanted to please her.  After a while, I scrambled around so I was
between her spread legs, put my hands under her soft derriere, and lifted
her up to my mouth.  I gave her a long slow lick from her perineum between
the wet lips of her pussy and all the way to where they joined together and
hid her clitoris.  I did it again and again until the lips were spread to
each side and the sensitive pink area between vagina and clitoris was
exposed.  Then I concentrated on the area where her clitoris was in hiding
until I felt her hard nubbin with my tongue.

   I didn't want to make her come with my tongue.  Not tonight.  dI wanted
to get her close to coming and then slide my penis into her until my pubic
bone rubbed her nubbin and the head of my penis was trying to get through
her cervix.  I knew she liked for me to get her close and then give her all
of my penis in one quick slide.  She sometimes came as soon as my dick hit
bottom.

   I didn't get that far.  Aimee said something and it took me a minute to
understand her.

   "David.  Anna.  Iain and Caitlyn are outside your door.  Should I let
them in?"

   That puzzled me.  They knew a closed door meant Anna and I wanted
privacy.  Why were they outside and wanting to come in?

   "Yes, Aimee," Anna said.  "Let them in, please."

   I lowered Anna's butt back to the bed and stayed on my knees between her
legs.  My penis was pointing at the ceiling.  I certainly didn't care if
they knew what we had been doing.

   I wasn't the only one who could be led anywhere by my dick.  Caitlyn
walked in, pulling Iain along by his dick, giggling, of course.  The
symbolism of her dragging him by his penis wasn't lost on me.  She was an
exquisitely-beautiful girl, long golden blonde hair now in a simple
ponytail that rested on her shoulder and fell down between her breasts. 
The little mounds of her breasts were capped with smaller mounds under the
tiny pink areolas with little darker-pink nipples.  He probably would have
meekly followed her anywhere without her handhold.

   Anna pushed me to one side, then down on my back, and crawled out of
bed. She hugged Iain and then Caitlyn and asked, "Are you sure you want to
do this?  Are you and Iain both OK with it?"

   "Do what?" I asked, looking at Iain.

   "You don't know?" Iain asked, standing there with his arm over Caitlyn's
shoulders and her hand holding his penis.  "Caitlyn and I were doing the
same thing you two were when she said we had to go to your bed chamber. 
We've talked about what she and Anna want to do but I didn't know they had
it planned for tonight.  It's OK with me."

   Anna put one arm around Caitlyn's shoulders and then held out the other
to me.  Caitlyn put one arm around Anna's waist.  She still had Iain's
penis in her other hand.  I rolled out of bed and joined the others.  If
Anna wanted to hold my penis, I didn't mind.

   That wasn't what she wanted.  Anna pulled Caitlyn in front of her, belly
to belly and breasts to breasts, and then kissed her, just a gentle soft
lips-to-lips kiss.  When they stopped, she looked at me, motioned with her
head toward Iain, and said, "Well?"

   I shrugged.  I gently pulled Iain in front of me, chest to chest,
hard-on to hard-on, and kissed him the same way.  He put his hands on my
butt cheeks and pressed against me down below.  I wanted to give him a
different sort of kiss but I resisted.  I put my head next to his and
whispered in his ear: "What's this all about?"

   He whispered back.  "Caitlyn wants you to make love to her.  She and
Anna have been plotting.  They want me to make love to Anna at the same
time.  Is it OK?

   "Are you sure you're OK with it?"

   "Yeah.  Caitlyn's been talking to Jean-Nicole.  I think she's jealous of
her.  She says she wants us to swap.  She wants what Jean-Nicole got."

   I looked down at my penis and then at his.  His was just as stiff and
swollen as mine, pointing almost at the ceiling.  Mine was pointing a
little lower but I knew it weighed more, at least, that was my excuse.  We
both had a little drool of love drops at the slit.

   I looked up at Anna and Caitlyn, still standing with arms around each
other.  Anna winked at me, pointed to Iain, and then leaned over and gave
Caitlyn another kiss, an open-mouthed prolonged kiss this time.  I looked
at Iain.  He lifted his head up.  I thought what the hell and gave him a
kiss like Anna was giving Caitlyn.  When we broke for breath, we both
looked at Anna and Caitlyn.

   They both nodded and, hand in hand, walked over to the bed.  Caitlyn lay
down with her legs hanging off, moved back a little, raised her knees, and
put her feet on the bed.  I saw an almost hairless little pussy winking at
me and started toward it.  Anna surprised me again.  She put a pillow down
on the floor, knelt on it, leaned over between Caitlyn's legs, put her
thumbs on each side of her pussy, and slowly licked her pussy.

   I looked at Iain.  What were we supposed to do?  I put my arm on his
shoulders, he put his around my waist, and we watched.  Standing behind
Anna at an angle, we both could watch while she licked Caitlyn's little
pink pussy and we could see Anna's slit just waiting for somebody's dick to
pry the lips apart.

   I wanted a closer view of what Anna was doing.  My motive was good.  I
wanted to learn how a woman licked another woman's pussy.  I wanted to
learn so I could do the same thing with Anna.  I knelt on one side of her
and leaned over with my head close to what she was doing.  Iain quickly
knelt down on the other side of Anna and we both watched.

   It didn't look different from what I usually did.  She pulled the big
lips apart, used an upstroke with her tongue to separate the little lips,
and then licked up between then.  But I couldn't see Caitlyn's clit.  The
hood of it was still covering most of the pink flesh where I knew it was
hidden.  I reached for Caitlyn's hand and guided her fingers to the top of
her pussy.  I pressed her middle finger down, pulled back, and the little
red devil showed its head.

   I leaned over to the right, slid my hand around Anna's perfect derriere,
found the lips between her thighs, and then slid one finger just an inch or
so into her juicy pussy.  She purred.  I played.

   I didn't want to neglect Caitlyn.  I leaned in the opposite direction,
put my hand on her breast, and very gently squeezed her little nipple. 
Anna's nipples were bigger and long enough to give a baby or me something
to suck on.  Caitlyn's were just a little dark pink bump in her light pink
areola.

   I saw Iain lean in the opposite direction with his hand curled around
Anna's rear.  Maybe he was giving her another finger.  She purred like she
enjoyed whatever he was probing.

   Anna gave Caitlyn a minute or so and then stood up.  I wondered if Iain
or I were supposed to be the next licker.

   Neither.  Anna held out her hand to Caitlyn, pulled her up, and then
took her place on the bed.  I saw another almost-hairless pussy looking at
me and then Caitlyn got down on her knees and gave Anna's pussy a minute or
so of gentle licking.  This time, we could see the lips already separated
and waiting.  I wondered what was next on the agenda.

   I quickly found out.  Caitlyn helped Anna stand up and they both led me
to the bed and pushed me down with my knees bent and my feet on the floor.
I didn't mind if they both gave me a good sucking.

   That wasn't what they had in mind.  Anna pulled Iain up to the bed. 
Caitlyn put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to kneeling. 
Iain looked at me with a "What now?" look on his face.  Caitlyn nudged him
forward.  He shrugged, cupped one hand under my testicles, wrapped the
other one around the shaft of my dick, licked from my balls up the shaft to
the head, and then took the head in his mouth.  I looked up at the women.
They were standing side by side with one arm around the other, grinning at
Iain's efforts at sucking cock.

   I dropped my head down on the bed, closed my eyes, and forgot everything
except what Iain was doing.  After a minute or so, he stopped and I looked
up.  Caitlyn was standing beside him as he stood up.  Anna held out her
hand to me and pulled me upright.  Caitlyn pushed Iain down on the bed in
the same position.  I knew what was expected.  I knelt and gave him a few
long licks from his scrotum to the head of his dick and then opened my
mouth and started sucking.  He groaned as if he liked what I was doing.  I
used my hand and my mouth and tongue for a while until I felt someone touch
me on the shoulder.

   "What now, mistresses?" I asked.

   "Anna and I want you and Iain on your backs side by side.  We want to go
for a little ride," Caitlyn said.

   I frowned, puzzled.

   "We want to swap horses and then go for a ride," Anna said and then
grinned mischievously at me.

   I looked at Caitlyn.  She was grinning the same way.  I understood.  I
grinned too, crawled in the bed, and moved over to make room for Iain.  He
stretched out beside me.  Caitlyn quickly moved over him and straddled my
legs.  Anna crawled in and straddled Iain's.

   "David, we want you and Iain to put your hands behind your head and keep
them there," Anna said.  "Caitlyn and I are going to do all the work."

   Work?  I never thought of it as work.  I thought of it as play,
especially when Anna and Caitlyn did the same thing with Iain and me. 
Caitlyn held my dick flat down against my stomach and then settled on it,
sort of like a little jockey mounting a race horse.  I glanced at Anna and
Iain and saw Anna on top of him with the red head of his dick poking out.
They both started sliding forward and back and whispering to each other. 
Anna told her what happened the first time, how we both came while doing it
when we were in the magic valley.  And they giggled.

   I knew Anna and Caitlyn had planned this and I was finally going to get
my dick in Caitlyn's little pussy.  I wanted to make her squeal.  I didn't
understand why I wanted to do that but more than once I had wanted to be
balls deep in her and to hear her squeal.

   Finally, Caitlyn reached down, held my penis straight up, notched it in
the right place, and slowly worked her way down until most of it was inside
her.  I looked back and forth from her face to where my penis was gradually
disappearing.  Either she liked what she was doing or I was about to split
her in two.  Her vagina was already wet and drooling and I knew Iain must
have warmed her up and prepared her for somebody's dick.  She was tight but
not virginal tight.  The girth and length of Iain's dick was a little less
than mine but her pussy swallowed mine with only a little trouble, only a
pleasurable groan from both of us.  Iain may have reamed her out well but I
knew he couldn't penetrate her as deeply as I could.  I knew I was going to
do my best to give her all twenty centimeters before I was through with
her.

   She was kneeling on me with her knees on the bed, feet extended behind
her, and her derriere hovering over my groin.  In that position, she could
easily control how deep my penis penetrated her and she could lever herself
up and down as she pleased.  That told me she was accustomed to doing this
with Iain.

   I put my hands behind my head, did a crunch, and popped my six-pack up
for her admiration.  Her eyes swept up and down, fastened on my face, and
she grinned at me.  She knew what I was doing.  I flexed my abs and made
them ripple.  She grinned wider.

   She braced herself with her hands on my sides and began to move up and
down.  I kept my head lifted so I could watch my penis being almost
engulfed and then reappearing.  Damn, what she was doing was one variation
of what I liked the most about fucking: a hot wet pussy slowly sliding up
and down on my dick.  I relaxed so I could concentrate of what I was
feeling as she fucked me.

   She touched me on the shaft of my penis, sort of wiping up toward the
head, and I knew she was getting her finger tips well lubed.  She did the
same thing Anna does sometimes, moving her finger tips around in a small
circle over where her clitoris was hiding.  In Anna's words, she was
rubbin' her nubbin and at the same time, alternately moving up and down and
round and round.  Damn, it couldn't get much better.  I had no control over
my orgasm but I wanted to let her go first.  I wanted her wide open and
receptive to what I intended to give her.

   I glanced at Iain and Anna.  She was riding him the same way.  Her eyes
were closed and she had a faint smile on her lips.  I turned my head
farther and saw Iain's face.  His eyes were closed and he had a little
smile on his face too.  They both evidently loved what they were doing.

   When he came here I thought he was as beautiful a young man as I'd ever
seen.  He looked sixteen, a little soft, with a white stripe around his
middle.  Now he looked his true age, eighteen, but hard and lean and
muscular and tanned all over, still a beautiful young man, a sexy young
stud in Anna's words.  I hoped she enjoyed her ride.

   When I turned back, Caitlyn stuck her little pink tongue out at me.  She
knew I'd been looking at Iain with Anna.  I opened my mouth in invitation.
She shook her head no and then a second later leaned over and stuck her
tongue in my mouth.  I tried to capture it but she was too quick.  She
straightened up, closed her eyes, and resumed riding.

   Anna saw me watching and pulled Iain's head down close to her mouth.  I
couldn't hear what she whispered to him.  He looked over at me and Caitlyn,
her slowly riding my steed.  Anna pushed him off her and he crawled over
between my legs and behind Caitlyn's derriere.  I looked at Anna,
questioning what she wanted.  She was lying on her side propped up on one
hand.  She simply nodded.

   Iain pulled up on Caitlyn's hips and my dick came out of her.  He guided
his into her, grinned at me, and started slowly fucking her.  I put my
hands under my head and watched.  Shortly, he pulled back, pushed down on
her, and she guided my dick back into her pussy.  She rode me for a
too-short while until Iain pulled her up again and fucked her slowly while
grinning down at me.  Then he pulled out and pushed her down for me to take
a turn.  I kept my hands under my head and let her show my dick where to
go. Caitlyn started riding again and I closed my eyes and let her have here
way with me.

   "It's Anna's turn," Caitlyn whispered.

   Iain moved back over to Anna, flopped down on his back, and she quickly
guided his dick into her and started riding.  I crawled over behind her
rear and waited for my turn.  I looked at Caitlyn and saw her lying on her
side, head propped up, big smile.  I reached down to Anna's hips, pulled
her derriere up, guided my dick into her, and started fucking.  Iain pulled
her back down, she showed his dick where to go, and he started fucking up
into her.  Then I took another turn while Iain lay there grinning at me.

   "David, Caitlyn needs you," Anna said, all too quickly.

   I crawled over on the other side of the bed, flopped down on my back,
and let Caitlyn mount her steed again.  Rather quickly she started whining,
keening as Iain calls it.  When her vocalization increased in strength, I
knew she was close.  Then she emitted one long loud groan and I felt her
vagina trying to milk the semen out of me.  I was ready.

   I waited until her pussy's contractions slowed and then I put my hands
on her hips and lifted her enough so I could fuck up into her.  I grunted
with each thrust and she echoed me.  I kept shoving my penis into her, not
trying to get it all in, until I felt the first unstoppable throb of my
orgasm.  And then I shoved her hips down hard until her butt was on my
groin and I was balls deep in her.  The instant I did, she squealed, just a
little scream, while my balls squirted my semen out of me and against her
cervix.

   I held her down until the last throb and then let her go.  She fell
forward on me and I could feel her vagina gently squeezing on the shaft of
my dick.  I wrapped my arms around her, gave her a few more thrusts, and
then relaxed.  I had done exactly what I had intended to do.  I had made
her squeal, not the kind which means she was hurting but the kind which
means she had been well and truly fucked and she loved it.  She wasn't
finished.  She lifted her head over mine, brought her open mouth to mine,
and hungrily tried to devour my lips and tongue.

   When she rested her head beside mine, I glanced at Iain and Anna again.
They were both motionless.  She had her hands on his shoulders.  He had his
curved around her derriere, probably the same way I like to do, until his
fingertips touched the lips of her pussy and the shaft of his dick.  I
couldn't see his face.  She had a satisfied smile on hers.

   I curved my hands around Caitlyn's little derriere until my fingertips
were touching the lips of her pussy, stretched tight around the shaft of my
dick.  I gently rubbed them.  She must have liked it.  She moaned and
wiggled here ass.

   "Did I hurt you, you know, there at the end when I shoved it all the way
in?" I whispered in her ear.

   "No, David, I may walk funny for a few days but you didn't hurt me," she
whispered back.  "Jean-Nicole told what to expect.  I wanted you to fuck me
like that.  Iain wanted o make love with Anna again too."

   "I wanted to make love to you too, Caitlyn.  I just couldn't do it until
I knew it wasn't going to cause any problems between you and Iain.  I hope
it will just make us all closer together.  I didn't want to cause him to be
jealous."

   "He understands, David.  He usually tells me what the two of you talk
about.  He and I both agree that this will just make us closer.  He's not
going to be jealous of you, not when he gets to do it with Anna.  "

   "Anyway, it beats watching TV; doesn't it?"

   "Yeah."

   I was on the inside of the bed alcove with Caitlyn and Iain was on the
outside with Anna.  I didn't feel like moving and I was glad when Iain
rolled out of bed and went to the bathing chamber for washcloths.  Caitlyn
was nice to me.  She wiped the sweat off my face and chest and the other
juices off down below.  I shut my eyes and enjoyed it.  I felt her wiggling
beside me and I knew she was wiping her good parts too.

   For a while we all lay there without talking, just relaxing and almost
going to sleep.  Somebody's hand found my soft but still swollen dick and
began to play.  That started it.  For a while, the four of us groped and
giggled and stroked and teased until Iain and I both had erect penises
ready for another engagement.

   Anna gave me orders.  She had me mount her in the old-fashioned
missionary position and then she locked me in place with her arms and legs.
Iain and Caitlyn were beside us in the same positions.  Everything else
faded away and all I knew was what I felt moving in her.  This time we
slowly and leisurely made love without letting our beasts loose.  When I
poured out my life into her, I knew I was finished for the night.

   We slept together, four in one bed, legs and arms and bodies tangled up,
hugging each other.  I was as happy and content as I had ever been.

   Chapter Thirty-Three

   After breakfast a few days later, I called for a conference in the
teaching chamber.  When we were all assembled, I looked around at the eight
others: four guys: Iain, James, Toby, and Pyotr; four girls: Anna, Caitlyn,
Jean-Nicole, and Petra.  I couldn't overlook the fact that there was also
one dog.  As usual, Lucky was going from one to another, tail swishing,
nose nuzzling, for his morning petting.  I stood and watched him for a
moment.  If we could all just learn to display as much love as Lucky does,
maybe we could build a loving family.
Anna and I were standing in front of the others on each side of Aimee's
screen.  The rest were all seated in the first row of seats, Petra and
Pyotr between James and Toby, Iain between Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole.  All of

us, including Aimee, were wearing only loincloths.

   I explained, largely for the benefit of Pyotr and Petra that we held
occasional meetings or conferences where everybody could speak freely, that
I usually talked first about my plans, that I generally asked the group to
decide on something next, and that we talked about anything they wished
last.

   First I told everyone that I wanted to make a quick exploration on the
mainland and then gather oysters on the way back.  I said that I wanted
James and Toby to go with me, that we might encounter dangerous animals,
and that I felt they were skilled enough with both bows and spears to
defend themselves.  I told them Iain had agreed to remain and he was to be
their leader while I was gone.  I said I wanted to leave the next day well
before daylight and be at the isthmus just after daybreak.  The moon would
give us enough light to go down the familiar trail.

   Next I told the group that sometime after we returned I wanted all of us
to make an exploratory excursion around the base of the mountain, probably
a three day trip, and that I hoped all of us would go.  I said we would
have to live off the land and what we carried and asked them to begin to
plan what they wanted to carry in food and clothing, including a blanket. I
hoped we could sleep in twos or threes, fully clothed, under blankets, and
be warm enough.

   I was unsure how to handle the next topic.  I had been asked by some of
the others when we were going to have another sex play party.  I wasn't
sure what we should do with Petra and Pyotr and whether they should or
would want to participate.

   I explained, again largely for the twins, that we occasionally did
something as a group.  I called it a sex play party or sex without
seriousness, or maybe giggling and groping and goosing with some sucking
and fucking thrown in for good measure.  That got a smile out of more than
one guilty party.  Then I asked for input on whether Petra and Pyotr should
participate.

   James immediately held up his hand.  "I thought you weren't going to
tell anybody else what they could or couldn't do when it came to sex."

   I thought for a moment.  "Suppose for a moment that Petra and Pyotr are
only six years old.  Hold up your hand if you think they should
participate."

   No hands were raised.

   "Suppose they are eighteen years old.  Should they join in if they want
to?  Hold up your hands."

   Nine hands went up.

   "At six, we all agree that little children should be protected from
something they cannot understand: sex.  At eighteen, we all agree that they
are adults and should choose for themselves.  Where do we draw the line?  I
don't know what kids are like when they're as young as Petra and Pyotr,
especially girls.  Am I supposed to protect her from sex, maybe with two
horny boys?  Three, counting her brother?  Like a father?  What if Anna and
I act like parents to them?  When do parents let their little girls and
boys have sex?"

   Toby raised his hand.  I nodded.  "David, you don't have to protect her
from me.  I'm not going to take advantage of her."

   James' hand went up again.  "Me either," he added.  "We'll listen to you
and Anna.  We may be horny all the time but we won't try anything with her
if you don't want us to.  I think we're pretty decent kids considering our
backgrounds."

   "I think so too, James," I said.  "We don't need to decide anything
right now but we do need to think about how we treat two kids who are just
beginning to develop."

   I watched Petra's and Pyotr's faces as we talked.  Petra was very
serious, even frowning a little, holding Pyotr's hand.  Pyotr's eyebrows
were lowered, his eyes squinted, and his lips pressed together.  I looked
at him and waited to see if he was going to speak up.  He raised his hand
and I nodded.

   "What gives you the right to decide what we can and can't do?" he asked.
"You're not our father."

   He surprised me.  He was very assertive and maybe a little angry.

   "No, I'm not, Pyotr," I said, calmly but emphatically.  "Has James told
you what happened when we killed the bear, the one whose skin is in the
hallway?  One of my most important roles here is to protect you and all the
others as best I can, from bears and big birds and wild pigs.  If there is
danger, I will always be your primary protector and throw myself at huge
bears, even at the risk of my own life."

   "Yeah, he told us," Petra said.  Pyotr nodded.

   "I started a vegetable garden before even Iain arrived.  I knew others
were going to be coming and we had to provide food for ourselves.  The
others help now but I'm always there to do the hardest work in our gardens.
That's another important role that I willingly do, leading everyone in
providing food for our bellies."

   "Yeah, Toby and James say you all work at it and you tell them what to
do but you do the hardest work," Pyotr said.

   "Petra, Pyotr, I know I'm not your father but a good father will always
protect and provide for his family," I said, in what I hoped was a gentle
fatherly tone of voice.  "I do my best to keep you safe and to fill your
belly.  I also do my best to give you something all children need: the love
of a father.  Anna tries to give you the love of a mother.  Even though I'm
not your father, I try to act like one to you.  Does that give me the
right?"

   "David, I already respect you and I do what you say," Pyotr said.  "I'm
glad you're our leader.  I know you and Anna are sort of like parents to me
and Petra.  I like that too because we've never really had parents who
loved us but I want you all to know something about us.  We made an oath
with each other about something and we are going to live with that oath."

   "What is your oath?" I asked.

   "We swore that when we started having sex, we were going to do it with
each other first," he said and then paused.  "Aimee said Petra could have
contraceptives even if she's only fourteen and Anna approved.  She's
already taking them and it's supposed to be safe now.  Is it OK if we do it
at the play party?"

   I turned and looked at Aimee.  She knew what I was asking without me
saying it.

   "David, the contraceptive I have can safely be given to young girls even
before their first menses.  It does not interfere with their normal
development and has almost no side effects.  Anna and I talked about
whether or not to prescribe it for Petra.  She is already having normal
menses so that means her body is ready to be a mother.  We decided that it
would be wise to give her the contraceptive.  She has been taking it for
more than the required time to be safe from pregnancy."

   I looked at Anna.

   "David, Petra told me and Aimee that she was playing at sex with Pyotr.
We both felt it was better to be safe than sorry."

   I decided to do something drastic, something that I hoped would impress
upon Petra what sex with a male might lead to.  Perhaps I just wanted to
show off.

   "Petra, would you come up here?" I asked.

   She looked at Pyotr but then she got up and slowly walked up in front of
me.

   "Please remove my loincloth," I said.

   She hesitated but she reached to the side and pulled one end of the bow
knot.  My loincloth fell to my feet.

   "Would you please put your hands on my penis, both hands?" I asked.

   She looked down at my genitals.  My penis was full but soft, as it
always is in the warm indoors.  My testicles hung down low, both of them
fully showing in my scrotum.  Maybe she wondered why I was asking her to do
it but she put one hand on my penis.  I waited and my penis responded
appropriately.  Shortly, I had a hard-on and she had more than a handful.

   "Both hands," I said.

   She slid one hand down toward the base and my foreskin slid the rest of
the way off the head.  She wrapped her other hand around my penis near the
head.  She had more than two handfuls.

   "Put one hand under my testicles," I whispered.

   She put her hand under my testicles and sort of lifted them.  I let her
hold my penis in one hand and my testicles in the other for a while before
I asked her.

   "Feel how hot and heavy my testicles are.  They're pouring out a river
of testosterone and millions of sperm every day.  I need to fuck somebody
to get relief.  Would you let me fuck you, Petra?"

   She looked away from what was in her hands to my face.  I stared down
into her eyes with as much seriousness as I could muster.

   "I want to fuck you, Petra," I whispered.  "How about it?"

   She started crying, ran back to Pyotr, and threw herself at him.

   "That was cruel, David," Anna said.  "She's still a child.  She's not a
woman yet."

   "Well, she thinks she wants to have sex," I said.  "She can probably
handle Pyotr's dick.  She might even be OK letting James or Toby do it.  I
don't think she's ready for Iain's dick and mine is a little larger than
his.  If she wants to be fucked, where is she going to draw the line?  She
had better think long and hard before she lets the first dick in her little
pussy.  A woman assumes a hell of a lot of responsibility when she first
begins to have sex.  Can she handle that responsibility?"

   I picked up my loincloth and retied it around my waist.  It probably
looked funny pushed out like that.  I looked around at all the others and
then returned my gaze to Petra and Pyotr.  She still had her head hidden in
Pyotr's shoulder.  He had both arms protectively around her.

   "Petra, I know how much responsibility Anna has undertaken to keep me
sexually satisfied.  Caitlyn's probably learned how hard it is to be
responsible for pleasing Iain.  I don't know about Jean-Nicole but I
suspect she's learning the same thing.  Men aren't playthings.  Men are
animals.  We've been bred by evolution to fuck women, to keep the human
race going.  We're not always nice and gentle and sweet when we do it. 
Sometimes, when we're fucking we become like beasts and we shove our dicks
in a woman's pussy as hard as we can and then deposit a load of semen right
on her cervix.  It's instinctual.  You need to think long and hard about
when you're ready to assume that responsibility.  It won't kill either of
you to wait a while before you and Pyotr fulfill your vow.  Maybe one of
the other ladies here will give him a little relief."

   I was looking at Pyotr while I said that.  He was holding Petra close
with her face hidden in his neck and shoulder.  He nodded at me.  Petra
lifted her head and stared at me defiantly.  She stood up, offered Pyotr
her hand, and both of them came up to the front.

   "I don't want anybody else to give Pyotr a little relief," she said, her
head held high, strong, emphatically, all seriousness.  "We made a vow to
each other and we both feel like it was something sacred.  You don't
understand us.  All of our lives, nobody else has loved us so we love each
other.  Pyotr's my other half.  I'm his.  Having sex with each other is
just another way of showing our love for each other."

   "She's right, David," Pyotr said.  "I don't want anybody else for my
first time.  Petra and I have always loved each other and it's important to
me to do it with her the first time I have sex.  I know boys don't usually
have sex with their sister.  When we get older, we want to find ourselves
someone else to marry and to give us children.  Maybe she'll want to marry
James or Toby and that's OK with me.  I know I'll find me somebody in the
others who will come here but please don't stop us from keeping our vow."

   Nobody had anything else to say.  I decided I had to yield to their vow.

   "OK.  We'll have our next play party sometime after James and Toby and I
come back.  I think we should all respect Pyotr's and Petra's vow.  They
can fulfill it whenever they wish."

   <><><>

   Wolves Den: a perfect name for our second outpost.

   We had already chosen the site for the first outpost I wanted us to
construct.  It was going to be near a little stream at the base of the
mountain on the south side of the isthmus.  It would be under Aimee's
protective shield and would be little more than a shelter from the weather,
maybe made out of bamboo, maybe a log cabin.  It would be a place where we
could spend the night after a day of foraging for oysters and other
shellfish on the north side of the isthmus or catching fish somewhere on
the rocky coast or trying to kill a little porker on the narrow strip of
land.

   The second outpost would be out from under Aimee's umbrella somewhere on
the far side of the isthmus.  I wanted it to be more solidly built, out of
logs or stone.  We had researched Aimee's treasury of knowledge and learned
how to notch and secure the logs together and I knew we could build a log
cabin, given time and a lot of work.  We had also learned how to make
cement by burning sea shells or limestone and mixing the result with sand
or aggregate.  We could easily find enough oyster shells washed up on the
north side of the isthmus and enough sand on the south side.  If we could
find a spot with suitable stones, preferably almost flat ones, we could
build a stone building.  I knew there were layered deposits of limestone on
the mountain and I expected to find the same deposits on the mainland.

   That was one reason James and Toby and I set off down the mountain
before daylight the next morning.  We were going to make an overnight
excursion to the mainland to search for a site for a second outpost.  The
other reason was that we intended to carry back a load of oysters and maybe
a little pig when we returned home.

   We were all packing as many weapons as we could carry.  All three of us
carried a spear and a bow - mine was the Brute - and a quiver full of
arrows.  I carried the Boys strapped around my waist with the scabbard on
my right hip.  I also carried a machete on my left hip.  We had a spear in
our right hands as usual.  I had a sword strapped to my back on the left
side so I could reach over my left shoulder with my right hand, pull the
sword out, and then use both hands to put all my strength into a downward
strike.

   In addition to spears and bows, James and Toby also carried knives
strapped to their right hips and throwing axes to their left.  On our last
trip, we had left two mattocks on the isthmus.  They were perfect for
prying oysters off rocks.  This time, we carried a dozen big gourds with
bamboo stoppers to where we were going to harvest oysters and then cached
them in the rocks until we returned from the mainland.

   We joked and played and sang on our way down the mountain as usual. 
Before we crossed the isthmus, I reviewed with James and Toby what they
were to do in case we encountered any dangerous animals or birds and the
one word commands for what I wanted them to do.  If we faced anything
dangerous and I said spears, they knew to position themselves slightly
behind me and to each side holding their spears with both hands.  If I said
bows they knew to take the same positions and quickly notch and draw an
arrow ready to shoot.

   The mainland was heavily forested with occasional small streams and
outcroppings of sedimentary rocks.  We wandered around looking first to the
north and then to the south of the isthmus and finally found what I was
looking for: an outcropping of layered sedimentary rocks about ten meters
high with two faces which were almost vertical.  There were enough rocks in
the outcropping to make dozens of buildings.  Each layer was almost level
and reasonably thin, most no more than hand-width thick.  I knew we could
easily break them loose.

   The outcropping was surrounded by a gently sloping pile of earth and we
could rig up a slide to move the rocks downhill.  At the bottom of the
rise, there was a level area suitable for a building.  The few small pines
in the area would make good roof rafters.  We wandered farther looking for
a steam and soon found one in easy walking distance of the second outpost
site.

   We returned to the outcropping, looked closer at the rocks, and used our
hands to make a few fall.  I was studying the rock wall when I heard James
and Toby scrambling behind me.  I turned and saw two frightened young boys
hurrying toward me.  When they saw me looking, they both pointed to
something behind them.

   I felt the cool response flood over me and looked where they were
pointing.  At first I didn't see anything but then something moved and I
saw what had frightened them: large dogs or maybe wolves.  I said "Spears"
and Toby and James quickly assumed their positions behind me with their
spears extended in both hands.  I eased my spear down, pulled the Brute off
my back, notched an arrow, and waited.  The layered rock wall was behind us
and I knew nothing could attack us from that direction.  The danger lay in
front of us.

   I counted four animals which I believed were wolves from their size and
coloration.  The largest one's faded coat made him look older and I guessed
he was the alpha male.  Two smaller ones had brighter coats and I guessed
them to be his offspring.  The smallest one was hanging back and I assumed
it might be the bitch.  They were all pacing around and acting menacing but
not coming any closer.  I waited, hoping that they would leave us alone.

   "Don't be afraid," I whispered.  "If they don't attack us, we don't need
to do anything.  If they do attack, just do what I told you.  We can defend
ourselves."

   "I'm scared," Toby whispered.

   "Shit, me too," James whispered.

   "Me too," I said.  "If they attack, the big one is going to eat an
arrow. You just hold your spear and thrust like I've taught you.  You can
do it.  These guys don't scare me half as much as that big bear did and its
skin is on our floor now."

   I was scared too, not so much for myself as for the two young boys I had
brought with me.  In my heightened state of awareness I felt sure I could
defend myself against the wolves but I didn't want James and Toby to be
injured or killed.  I loved them like sons but I knew I had to rely on them
now and the training I had been giving them for months.  We had to begin to
explore the rest of our new world in spite of the dangers and I felt they
would be quite capable of defending themselves against most threats.

   We stood there waiting.  I could see the biggest wolf slowly getting
closer and snarling and acting more menacing.  Two of the others were
pacing slightly behind him and threatening.  The other one was pacing at
the rear and hardly threatening.  If they charged, they had to come up the
slight rise to where we were and I knew that put them at a disadvantage.  I
aimed at the biggest one and waited.  He kept sideling closer and I
expected him to attack at any moment.

   Suddenly he charged up the rise toward us and the other two charged a
split second later.  I let an arrow fly and saw it disappear somewhere in
the largest one.  His charge quickly turned into convulsions and he flopped
around in pain about five meters from us.

   I dropped the Brute, pulled my sword, and waited for one of the others.
One bounded toward me, open mouth and huge teeth.  In my cool state, I
waited until he was almost upon me, quickly stepped to one side, and, as he
leaped through where I had been standing, I swung my sword down on the
center of his back.  I felt the sword bite deeply into him and I knew I had
killed him.

   I turned back, looking for the other wolf.  Toby was down but he was
quickly scrambling to his feet.  The wolf was thrashing around with Toby's
spear in the front of its chest and James' spear in the side of its chest
pinning it down.  Toby pulled his spear out, shoved it downward into the
wolf a few times, and it stopped moving.

   I looked back for the fourth wolf.  It was still pacing back and forth
and I thought for a moment about letting it go.  Then I thought of
something else.

   "Bows!" I yelled, then picked up the Brute and notched an arrow.

   James and Toby quickly moved into position beside me with drawn bows and
an arrow ready to fly.  I watched them take a few deep breaths, steady
themselves, and draw their bows tighter.

   "Kill it," I whispered, without loosing my arrow.

   Two arrows flew toward the last wolf and both struck.  The wolf started
thrashing around, trying to get at whatever was causing it pain.  I relaxed
my bow and returned the arrow to the quiver.

   "Go finish it," I said.  Toby and James ran down the rise, whooping loud
enough to scare anything, and put the wolf out of its misery with their
axes.  Then they retrieved their arrows and wiped them clean in the wolf's
fur.

   I walked slowly down the rise, held out my arms, and they came to me. 
We wrapped our arms around each other and stood there, hearts pounding,
breaths rasping in and out, but smiling at each other.

   "Damn, I almost shit my pants when that sucker knocked me down," Toby
said.

   "Yeah, but we killed it, Toby," James said.  "Me and you, we killed it."

   "Yeah, and then David let us kill the last one," Toby said.

   "You both did exactly what I've been training you to do," I said.  "I'm
proud of you.  We can defend ourselves.  This world is ours.  We're going
to claim it."

   "I just wish we didn't have to kill things though," Toby said.

   "Toby, I killed lots of men in our old world.  They all were trying to
kill me.  It's the same way here.  If an animal threatens us, we've got to
kill it."

   "Yeah, and we've got to kill some that don't threaten us, like deer, so
we can have food," James said.

   I looked at Toby and saw muddy paw prints on his chest and claw marks in
his clothing down his chest and stomach.

   "Toby, did the wolf hurt you?" I asked.

   "I don't think so," he said.  He pulled his clothing up with one hand
and down with the other.  There were multiple red stripes on his skin from
his chest down to his genitals from the wolf's claws.

   "Damn, he almost ripped your dick off," James said, grinning.

   Toby reached down, pulled his penis out of his tights, and stroked it a
couple of times.

   "Oh, shit, he broke it," he said and grinned.  "It won't stand up."

   "Wait `til we get back," James said, grinning just as big.  "Maybe
Jean-Nicole can fix it."

   "Yeah, she can kiss it and make it well," Toby said.

   We walked back to the biggest wolf and stood there looking at it.  I
wondered where my arrow had entered it but I couldn't see any signs of
blood.  I bent over and used two hands to pry its jaws open.  Blood poured
from its throat.

   "Damn, David, you made him eat one," James said.

   "I'd like to have my arrow back," I said.  "Do you think it went all the
way through him?"

   Toby used his spear to push the wolf's bushy tail out of the way, then
squatted down and looked closely at the wolf's rear end.

   "Nothing back here `cept an asshole and a couple of big balls," he said.
"Unless he shit it out, I think it's still in him."

   We walked over to the one that I had struck with my sword.  We could
easily see what had happened to him.  I had cut its spine in two and the
two halves of its body were almost separated.  I was pleased that my first
effort with the sword had done what I intended.

   We looked at the other one which had attacked, the one James and Toby
had killed.  It could have been sleeping except that it was lying in a big
puddle of bright red blood.  I bent over, wiped two fingers in the blood,
straightened up, and walked over to Toby.  He didn't protest when I painted
two slanting stripes down each cheek.

   "Now you do James," I said.

   James grinned as wide as possible when Toby painted two stripes down his
cheeks.  I didn't protest when they both painted blood stripes down my
cheeks.  Nobody said anything.  What was there to say?  We had met the
beasts and we had killed them.

   Last we went to the other wolf that James and Toby had killed.  It was a
female.  I almost felt sorry for it.

   "David, I wish we could take something back to show the others what we
killed," James said.  "Could we skin them like we did the bear and maybe
make something to wear?"

   "Wet skins are always heavy to carry," I said.  "Remember how heavy the
bear skin was.  I don't think we can carry gourds full of oysters and maybe
a little pig and four wolf skins.  We need food more than we need skins. 
How about just the tails?"

   "Yeah, chop them off," James said.

   "No, I think I'll do something else," I said.

   I squatted down, used Little Boy to cut around the tail and them cut
down the skin from near the asshole almost to the end.  I carefully cut the
skin loose near the body, caught the loose ends with thumbs and fingers,
and pulled.  That dragged the wolf along the ground until both James and
Toby put one foot on it.  I pulled again and stripped the furry skin off
the bony flesh.

   I skinned the Alpha male's tail next and then let Toby and James skin
the last two.  I watched as Toby used Little Boy to cut around and down on
the wolf's tail.  Then I put my foot on the wolf and the two of them
stripped the tail off.  James did the last one.  I had brought string to
tie the oyster gourds to a bamboo pole and I cut two short sections, tied
the tails together two and two, and hung two around Toby's neck and the
others around James' neck.  From the way they smiled, I knew they were
pleased.

   I knew I had an unpleasant task yet to do but I wanted my arrow back. 
With James and Toby holding the front and back paws extended, I used Little
Boy to cut the Alpha male open from throat all the way down, with a zigzag
to miss the penis.  I used my spear point to poke around in the entrails
until I felt something solid and then pried my arrow up until I could pull
it out.  I wiped it off in the wolf's fur and put it back in the quiver.  I
had spent too much time making Iain wood arrows and I wasn't about to leave
it in the wolf.  I also wanted to set an example for James and Toby by
retrieving my arrow.

   We dragged the carcasses well away from the rock formation and then
started looking for a place to spend the night.  Toby called that he had
found a perfect place.  It was a cave-like indentation in the rocks, about
two meters off the ground and about the same depth, easily wide enough for
us to stretch out.  The afternoon sun was nearing the horizon and I knew we
would soon be in the cold and dark.  I wanted a fire.  We built two.

   With James and Toby bringing dead wood, I first built a small fire on
the ground near the opening.  Then I built a larger fire back in the
cave-like area where we were going to sleep.  I knew that if we could warm
the rocks they would radiate heat and keep up warmer during the night.

   We went to the stream long enough to wash our hands but nobody wanted to
wash the stripes of wolf blood off their face.  Next, we had a good piss
and then returned to the fires to eat our evening meal.  Later we raked the
fire out of the sleeping cave, covered the floor with leafy branches, and
tried to get comfortable for the night.  Of course, we stood around the
small fire and had a good wank before we turned in.  Our excuse was that we
would sleep better.  We put on a double layer of clothes topped with a
hooded rain cape.  I slept on my left side as usual, facing out of the
cave. James spooned up to my butt and Toby spooned up to his.  We had one
blanket under us and two over us and we were soon warm and comfortable.  I
briefly roused once, piled more wood on the fire, pissed again, and crawled
back up in the little cave.

   The next day, we returned to the isthmus, made another fire, stripped
naked, and harvested oysters, with frequent breaks to warm our frozen limbs
and parts.  We all got dressed again before we started shucking.  James and
Toby quickly proved that they could shuck too and we filled twelve gourds
with big oysters and their juice.  They also proved that they could do what
I was doing: slurp a raw oyster out of the shell, chew it a little,
swallow, and then smile widely and burp and pat their stomachs.  Hunger and
youth make for good appetites.

   We arrived home just before dark, quietly walked in, and surprised
everybody.  James and Toby still had the wolves' tails around their necks.
We still had the blood stripes on our cheeks.  We had twelve big gourds
full of oysters hanging from a bamboo pole carried by the two of them.  I
carried everybody's weapons.  We stood there for a moment grinning and
listening to the barrage of questions.

   <><><>

   The day after we returned, Aimee said that the weather was probably
going to be clear and windless and about 30 degrees on the David scale, a
warm late-fall day.  We decided to take Petra and Pyotr for their first
long look at our new world and to have a picnic at the top of the mountain.
Our newest arrivals looked in wonder at the sea which surrounded us, the
green and brown and gray of the mountain, and the peaceful cloudless blue
sky with a few small sea birds gliding.

   Pyotr lay belly down on the translucent dome with his eyes sheltered
from light by his hands but he finally gave up trying to see what was under
the dome.  I told him I thought whatever was under the dome somehow
converted sunlight into electricity for us.  Like all of us, he simply
shook his head in wonder.

   We found a sunny sheltered spot and had lunch: raw oysters for an
appetizer, slices of cold roast pork, crusty sour-dough bread, mixed
vegetables blanched to a tender-crisp stage and dipped in Italian aioli
mayonnaise, and fruit for dessert.  I was surprised when everybody had at
least one oyster.  Nobody asked for a sweet dessert and I knew we never
would have one again unless somebody sent us sugar and I hoped they
wouldn't.  With Jean-Nicole's delight in being master chef, more than one
of us acting as sou-chefs, and Aimee's endless supply of good recipes, I
thought we ate like kings.

   After lunch, I explained again how Aimee's canopy protected the entire
mountain and prevented the intrusion of any dangerous birds and animals.  I
told them about the large raptor birds which liked to ride the updraft from
the mountain, how they were prevented by the canopy from dropping down on
us, and how I had almost been the prey of one when I went out on the
isthmus.  When I described the one I had killed, I watched Pyotr and
Petra's faces, wide eyes and open mouths.  I made sure they understood that
Aimee protected them from dangerous birds and mammals and that I was also
ready to protect them from danger.

   As usual, we explored the top of the mountain.  We didn't explore as a
large group but in smaller groups which changed depending on what someone
found.  On the peak, there were no big trees, just little stunted pines. 
It was covered with huge grey boulders and what little vegetation there was
survived in the crevices between them.  I thought the prevailing Westerly
wind at the top of the mountain had sculpted the vegetation into shapes
like those little Japanese things.

   I tried to judge the time by the position of the sun and about mid-
afternoon, we started the easy trek back down the mountain to home.  Before
we got there, I saw gray clouds beginning to move in from the west and I
knew rain was imminent.  Before we got home, it began to fall, a cold mist
at first which gradually changed into steady rain.  We were all drenched
when we got home.

   The second care package from our old home arrived while we were gone. 
We stood and stared at it for a moment and then we all stripped in the
hallway, warmed up in the shower, and crowded into the air dryer.  Then we
ran to our bedchambers for our loincloths, returned and started unpacking
all our goodies.

   The second shipment was almost the same as the first, largely dried and
compressed items such as flour, cornmeal, rice, and milk, but it included
some items which surprised us.

   Again the center hallway contained a rectangle of boxes wrapped in
plastic about two meters high, three wide, and five long.  In the center,
we found small bags of whole potatoes: Yukon gold, red, russet, and sweet
potatoes.  I knew that they were intended for planting and had to be cut up
into small sizes each containing an eye and then cured before planting. 
There were small bags of onion sets, nickel-sized onions ready to go in the
ground: Peruvian sweet, Vidalia sweet, Italian red, and giant yellow
onions.
Iain almost lost his composure when he uncovered the boxes containing a
flute, a violin, a trumpet...and his tallum.  It looked like a weird

keyboard with four unfolding legs.

   And last there was a box of play equipment: four soccer balls, four
volley balls, four balls which might be beach balls, all deflated, along
with two hand pumps to inflate them.

   We all worked for a while stowing the food items away in an unused bed
chamber, leaving the musical instruments and play things for last.  James
and Toby and Pyotr immediately started inflating all the balls.  Iain set
up his tallum in the hallway but then found out it had to be charged. 
Aimee told him there were charging stations in the restricted room at the
end of the hall so he and I carried it there and found a place to plug it
in.  He said it required about four hours to recharge so we left it and
went back in the hallway.

   James and Toby and Pyotr had inflated all the balls and were throwing
one back and forth while the ladies stood and watched.  As soon as we
walked back to where they were, James suggested something.

   "Let's play dodge-ball," he said.  "The hallway is perfect for playing.
We used to play it at church.  It's a lot of fun."

   I had never played dodge-ball.  "How do you play?"

   "Well, we played two versions.  In one we all stand in a big circle with
one person in the middle and throw the ball at him or her.  The one who
hits him gets to name the next person in the middle.  The other way, we
have two throwers about thirty feet apart and everybody else is in the
middle.  The throwers can throw at anybody.  When they hit somebody, they
become a thrower and the old thrower gets in the middle."

   I looked around at everybody.  They were all smiling and nodding.  I
wanted to play too but I wanted to eat first.

   "Jean-Nicole, have we got enough leftovers for this crowd?"

   Have you ever played dodge-ball?  How about dodge-ball with both girls
and guys?  And everybody naked?  After dinner that night, that's what we
did: naked, mixed-sex dodge-ball in the center hallway.
We started the first game, second version, with all of us wearing
loincloths as usual.  Then James and Toby threw theirs to one side and
gradually everybody followed their example.  After Toby threw the ball too
hard at a naked female's derriere, the girls unilaterally changed the

rules: guys had to throw underhanded; only girls could throw overhanded.

   How can a bunch of guys keep from getting hard-ons looking at four
beautiful naked females who are contorting themselves in all sorts of
provocative ways while trying to dodge the ball?  We didn't.  Have you ever
played naked, mixed-sex, dodge-ball with a hard-on?  It was a lot of fun
even when James tried to hit the thrown ball with his bat.

   Afterwards, we all washed the sweat away with a shower, filled the big
tub in the bathing chamber with warm water, soaked until we had
prune-fingers, talked about everything, and finally got out and crowded
under the warm air dryer again.  As usual, we all groped each other in the
pretense of wiping the water off somebody.  Everybody was grinning when we
finally stepped out of the drying circle.

   "I don't know about you guys but I'm going to bed," Jean-Nicole said,
and then looked at James and Toby and continued: "By myself."

   I took Anna's hand and went to our bed chamber.  Quietly the others
paired up and followed.  Anna and I spooned up together and went to sleep.
I was content.

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   As usual, I was the first one up the next day.  I let my morning woody
lead me to the toilet for a good piss and then went to the bathing chamber
to wash my face.  Anna staggered in and washed her face.  We both returned
to our bed chamber for loincloths and Anna brushed her hair while I
watched, then insisted on brushing mine.

   While Anna was brushing my hair, I asked Aimee for the morning weather
report.  I always had jobs to do outdoors but none of them were urgent. 
She reported that it was still raining but warm for a late-fall day,
perhaps as the result of a warm southern front.  I still wanted to see for
myself so Anna and I went to the front door and stood there looking at the
light rain falling and the gloomy skies.

   We were in the kitchen, talking, getting ready to prepare breakfast,
when James, Toby, Petra, and Pyotr, the four Mouseketeers, Jean-Nicole's
name for them, walked in still naked, accompanied by Lucky.  I knew
something was up.  They usually donned their loincloths before coming in
the kitchen.

   "We're all going to take Lucky for his morning pee," James announced.

   "And have one ourselves," Toby whispered.

   "Yeah, I gotta pee," Pyotr whispered.

   "Me too," Petra said.

   "It's raining," I said.

   "We know," James said.  "Aimee gave us the morning weather report. 
We're going anyway."

   "And we're going to dance in the rain," Petra said, and twirled around.

   I dropped my loincloth and looked at Anna.  She dropped hers.

   I pointed at James and Toby.  "Go wake up Jean-Nicole.  Tell her she's
got to pee outdoors and then dance in the rain."

   I pointed at Petra and Pyotr.  "Tell Iain and Caitlyn to get their lazy
asses out of bed.  We're all going to outside to pee in the rain and then
dance."

   All of us ran outdoors onto the big terrace and peed.  Anna and I had
already had our morning piss but we both managed a little more.  The girls
didn't squat.  They spread their legs and did it standing.  The boys held
their dicks and tried for distance.  We were all grinning at each other,
bodies wet, hair wet and stringy, a little cold, but, from the expression
on our faces, wonderfully happy and enjoying life.

   Petra and Pyotr started the dancing, not with each other but separately
in wild gyrations.  James and Toby tried to outdo them.  The rest of us
watched for a moment and then joined in.  Dancing?  Maybe it was but I
wanted music.

   "Music, Aimee!" I yelled.  "Play some music for us to dance!"

   She played a waltz.  Iain sad it was the Blue Danube by Strauss.  I
didn't care.  We waltzed, sometimes alone, in pairs, in threes, and once,
in nines.  That didn't work but nobody cared.

   "Aimee, could you please play `I Was Made to Boogie'?  Loud!" Iain
yelled.

   She played it.  I felt like a damn fool but I boogied too.  At first I
stood and watched.  The four youngest started, then Jean-Nicole joined in,
and then Iain and Caitlyn.  I could see they didn't know what they were
doing but they were moving in time to the music, shaking their butts, hands
in the air.  I took Anna's hand and we started boogying too.

   Thunder growled and we all ran for the indoors.  We crowded under warm
showers, jam-packed under a downdraft of warm air, and ran for the kitchen
for breakfast.

   Nobody offered to put on a loincloth.  We prepared and ate breakfast
naked, except for little white sea-shell necklaces.  Anna and I prepared
hash-brown potatoes.  Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn made a big frittata with eggs
and onions.  Iain sliced the last of the pork roast.  James and Toby
toasted bread.  Petra and Pyotr set the table.

   Afterwards we cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes, and drifted back
to two adjacent tables, all of us still naked.

   "Well, what shall we do now?" I asked.

   "I know," Pyotr said.

   I looked at him and nodded.

   "Let's have a play party," he said.

   "An all-day play party, Petra said

   "An all-day sex play party," Toby said.

   "Yeah, let's have a fucking all-day sex play party!" James said.

   From the way the four Mouseketeers were grinning, I knew they had
already discussed what they wanted to do.

   I looked at all the others, and they were all smiling.  I took that as
agreement that they wanted to play too.  However, I still felt protective
toward the twins.  I didn't know what I should do.  I went to Anna, hugged
her against my naked body, and whispered to her.

   "Mon amour, what am I going to do?" I asked.  "You know me.  You know I
always want to do what's right for everybody but I don't know what's right
this time, especially for Petra.  What if she's got a tough hymen?  Maybe
it might be painful to her even if it's Pyotr's dick?"

   "Mon cœur, they want to have sex with each other," she whispered back.
"Let's all just play again.  If Petra wants a Pyotr in her pussy, let her
have it.  If it hurts, she can decide what she wants to do."

   I pulled back and looked at her.  I grinned at her pun.  I also
appreciated her womanly wisdom.

   "So you approve if pretty little Petra wants to let Pyotr penetrate her
pouting little pussy with his prodigious pecker?"

   "Yes, damn it!  How can you be so eloquent sometimes when you're so
dense?"

   I turned to the crowd.  "I hate to rain on your parade but we can't have
an all-day sex play party," I said, trying to keep my face as serious as
possible.

   Chapter Thirty-Four

   I turned to the crowd.  "I hate to rain on your parade but we can't have
an all-day sex play party," I said, trying to keep my face as serious as
possible.

   I waited for their inevitable reactions.  "We've all got work that needs
to be done."

   I waited for that to sink in and then grinned.  "How about we work this
morning and then have an afternoon sex play party?  I can't keep my penis
erect all day long.  Four hours is just about my limit."

   Eight faces quickly changed from scowling to grinning.

   I really did have some tasks that I had planned for our next rainy day.
I wanted to rework three bamboo clothes drying racks first.  That was a
task I needed to do to keep Anna from carrying out her threat to kill me if
I didn't hurry up and do it.  One of the racks had collapsed under a load
of damp clothes and the other two were threatening to fall apart.  I
intended to re-tie and tighten all bindings and install cross braces on all
three.  I also wanted to modify some of the original construction.  Even
with four guys helping me, that job took almost two hours.

   After that, we made a big bamboo drain for the dishes.  We had four
sinks in the kitchen and we could wash dishes in one and rinse in another.
We had been simply stacking wet dishes in the other sinks and on the
counter but that wasn't Jean-Nicole's idea of how she wanted her kitchen to
operate.  Iain and I had designed a bamboo drain tray which fit over the
other two sinks on which we could place dishes standing on their sides. 
That was to be a rainy-day project.  We took almost another hour to
complete it.

   The ladies were all busy in the kitchen while we were working on the
dish drain.  Have you ever watched a beautiful young girl, Jean-Nicole,
kneading bread - in the nude?  And three other beautiful young females
doing things to prepare a meal - all in the nude?  And whispering back and
forth and sneaking peeks at us.  I think we could have done the drain in
thirty minutes if they had not been so provocatively displaying themselves.
Provocative, yeah: they were doing it deliberately.

   I decided to retaliate.  Iain had been learning something new and I
wondered if he had mastered it.

   "Iain, what have you been learning on your tallum?  Is it ready for us?"

   "No, David, I haven't mastered it yet.  It's Mendelssohn's Violin
Concerto in E Minor.  It's a difficult piece of music."

   "Well, it sounds good to me.  Aimee, can you play it for us?"

   "Yes, David, I can play his latest effort.  Each time he attempts the
whole piece, I record it so he can listen later and learn from his
mistakes. With his permission, I can play it."

   I looked at Iain.  He shook his head, grinned, and nodded.  He probably
knew what I was doing.

   "Play it loud, Aimee," I said.  "I really like it."

   After that, I wanted to work on bows again.  We had four Iain-wood bows
in various stages of completion, one each for Anna, Iain, James and Toby.
We stayed in the kitchen and listened to Mendelssohn while I worked on
Anna's bow and the guys worked on their own.  By lunch time, we had
completed all four except for stringing them.  I also wanted to make more
Iain-wood arrows but I decided that could wait.  The aromas from
Jean-Nicole's lunch, especially the fresh bread, were whetting everybody's
appetite.

   For lunch we had another wonderful meal: freshly-baked bread, an oyster
casserole, a fish stew with a tomato base and potatoes and carrots, and bok
choy, sautéed in olive oil and garlic.  As was often the case, the lunch
meal had been prepared in sufficient quantities to serve as the dinner meal
too.  Occasionally we had left overs of various kinds for lunch and had a
freshly-prepared dinner meal.  Either way, the food was always good.  Maybe
eating with a bunch of naked people this time made it better.

   Since the ladies had done the cooking, the gentlemen cleaned the
kitchen, washed the dishes, and christened the dish-drying rack.  I could
see already that it needed to be modified to have a second rack over the
first one to hold more dishes and pots and pans.

   The four ladies sat at tables where they could watch us.  As far as I
knew it was the first time five guys had washed dishes in the nude.  Was
that the attraction?  Who knows?  They kept looking at us and whispering to
each other.  From the furtive way they behaved, I figured they were still
plotting against us.  My dick must have understood that they were up to
something.  It was swollen just shy of standing up while I washed the
dishes.

   When we finished, Anna called us to her and then she took charge.

   "I want you all to listen carefully," she said.  "Petra and Pyotr have
never played with us before.  Petra says she and Pyotr have not done
anything more than mutual masturbation.  This is all new to them and we
should all be very considerate of them.  I suggest we all just play for a
while and let them watch and join in as they please.  We all know they want
to have sex for the first time with each other.  If they wish to do that
today, we should all just sit quietly and watch them, if they don't mind."

   James raised his hand.  "Is it OK if Toby and I show them something?  If
Jean-Nicole will help us, we'll show them how guys can please a woman."

   I looked at Jean-Nicole.  She smiled and nodded.  That was settled.

   "I would like that, James," she said.  "But I think we should start off
very slowly.  NO fucking.  At least, not at first."

   "No fucking is no fucking fun," Toby whispered.

   "We've got all afternoon to play, Toby," Anna said.  "Maybe somebody
will take pity on you later on."

   "OK," James said.  "Everybody to the lounge.  Last one there is a lazy
lounge lizard."

   I was the lazy lounge lizard.  Everybody ran but Anna and me.  I
couldn't run.  She had a firm grip on my dick.  It was hard.  She walked,
sort of dragging me along behind her.  I walked behind like an obedient
child.

   Someone had already prepared the lounge for a play party.  Two sofas had
been placed facing each other about ten feet apart.  Another sofa had been
placed at one end.  The result: U-shaped seating for all nine of us.

   I saw something that I knew had been in Jean-Nicole's room, an
arrangement of cattails and dried flowers so I knew she was one of the
instigators.  I saw two huge shells, something like chambered nautiluses
and I knew one had come from the bedroom Anna and I used and the other from
Iain's and Caitlyn's.  Iain and I had hauled the shells up the mountain in
our backpacks and then made a base so they sat upright and could contain
flowers.  There were three mattresses with clean covers leaning against the
wall, ready to be put down between the sofas when needed.  I knew nobody
had time to make the preparations today so they must have done it last
night.

   Except for Anna, we all sat down.  I sat on one end of a sofa and James
sat on the other end with an empty place between us.  I knew James wanted
Anna to sit there and he had claimed the end seat so he could be near her.

   On the sofa facing us, Jean-Nicole, Iain, and Caitlyn were sitting,
smiling.  On the one on the end, Toby, Petra, and Pyotr were smiling and
looking eager.

   I looked around again.  It was evident from four hard-ons that four guys
were ready to play.  Iain had his arms over Caitlyn's and Jean-Nicole's
shoulders.  Caitlyn had her hand around Iain's stiff dick.  While I
watched, Jean-Nicole also got a handful of hard-on.  Both hands began
sliding slowly up and down.  Iain grinned wider.

   Toby took Petra's hand and led it to his dick.  She wrapped one hand
around it, looked up at him in surprise, and then promptly put the other
around Pyotr's dick.  She watched the other couches and started slowly
sliding her hands up and down on two rigid dicks.

   "Petra and Pyotr," Anna said.  "We don't have an agenda for playing. 
Jean-Nicole is going to play with Toby and James while we all watch.  I
don't know what they'll do.  It's up to them.  If either of you want to get
closer to them, that's OK.  If you want to participate with them, that's OK
too.  You don't have to do what the three of them do.  Just do what you
want to, whatever you're comfortable with doing.  This is supposed to be
fun so enjoy yourselves."

   She sat back down between me and James and he promptly moved over so his
thigh was against hers.  He put one arm over her shoulders, looked at me,
and grinned.  I just smiled at him and nodded.

   Jean-Nicole walked to the center, lifted her arms, and slowly turned
around, smiling at all of us.  This was just like her first time playing
but she seemed totally confident now.  I still thought she looked like a
young goddess who had just come to be among us mortals: beautiful face,
perfect small breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, little cleft in her mound,
long long legs, just a perfect young woman.

   She looked at Toby and beckoned him.  He quickly stood up, moved close
to her, and just stood there, penis pointing up at about a fifty-degree
angle.  They were a beautiful young couple, both tall and slim, Toby hard
and muscular, wide shoulders, long lean legs, tight little butt. 
Jean-Nicole soft and rounded, long legs too, woman's wider butt, narrower
waist.  Toby was a little taller than her now.  I waited for them to do
something.

   Toby took the initiative.  With one hand, he gently placed his fingers
on Jean-Nicole's cheek and kissed her, just a chaste soft lips-to-lips
kiss, like two young lovers often start with.  With the tip of his finger
on the other hand, he just as gently teased the nipple of one breast.  His
penis was barely touching her abdomen and that was the only place below the
waist they were touching.

   She put her arms around his waist and he did the same.  Slowly he
lowered his hands until they were curved around her derriere and their
bodies moved closer until I couldn't see his penis anymore.  Her hands
crept down to his butt and I saw her fingers making an indentation on his
tight little butt cheeks as she pulled him against her.

   When I looked back up, they were kissing with closed eyes and open
mouths, just slowly and softly, mouths opening and closing, tongues darting
in and out.  Maybe Toby was demonstrating how to please a woman but
Jean-Nicole was very evidently pleasing him at the same time.

   She pushed him away, beckoned to James, and he was up and in front of
her in a second.  Toby moved around behind her, holding her by the hips,
pressing his penis against her ass cheeks, and sliding up and down.  He had
his face in the crook of her neck and his open mouth against her skin.

   James was just as slow and gentle with Jean-Nicole as Toby had been.  He
barely touched her with his penis at first but he slowly moved forward or
pulled her until his dick was pressed against her mound and he was sliding
it up and down.  He started with little closed-lips kisses all over her
face, finally stopped at her mouth, and opened her lips with his tongue. 
She offered her tongue in return.

   "Go ahead," Petra said.  "I know you want to.  It's OK."

   I looked in their direction.  Petra was pushing Pyotr up.  His penis was
rampant like James' and Toby's, a little smaller but big enough, foreskin
retracted, red head shiny.  He walked over to the trio and just stood
there. Jean-Nicole and James had their eyes closed, lost in kissing, and
were evidently not aware of him.

   "Jean-Nicole, Pyotr wants to play too," Toby said.

   She opened her eyes, saw him, looked down at his penis, and smiled.  She
turned and held her hands palm-outward to him in invitation.  He stepped up
closer to her.  She was a few inches taller than him.

   Toby and James both grinned at Pyotr and I suppose that let him know
that he was welcome to participate.  Jean-Nicole pulled him up against her
and lowered her lips to his.  She must have given him a little tongue; he
pulled back from her, surprised.  She put her hands on his cheeks and
pulled his face back to hers.  This time he accepted her tongue, opened his
mouth, and I saw them licking each other's lips and their tongues playing.
I couldn't help but smile at what he was learning.

   Toby and James were still pressed against Jean-Nicole on both sides, two
hard penis pressed against her hips.  I tried to see where Pyotr's was but
he was belly to belly with Jean-Nicole and I couldn't.  Then he pulled back
for a second and I saw a flash of white, the shaft of his penis.  It was
between her legs, pointing straight out, and probably held down underneath
her pussy.  Damn, I wondered if he was about to lose his virginity with her
instead of Petra.

   James' hand slid around Jean-Nicole's belly and I knew he was reaching
for her pussy.  Suddenly he pulled back, a surprised look on his face and
then a big grin.  He had found penis while feeling for pussy.  Jean-Nicole
grinned too.  James leaned over and whispered to Toby.  Toby grinned big
too.

   I looked at Petra, sitting alone on a couch.  On sudden impulse, I stood
up, walked over to her couch, and sat down beside her.  I said what I
wanted to say and she replied.  Then I didn't know what to say.  I got up
and went back to Anna.

   "What did you say to her?" Anna whispered.  "And what did she say to
you? I wish you could have seen the look on your face."

   "I apologized for scaring her, you know, the other day when I got her to
hold my hard-on.  She looked back with that little angelic face of hers and
told me I hadn't scared her.  Said she scared herself.  She said she wanted
me to fuck her.  Damn, I'll never understand women."

   Iain stood up and came over in front of Anna and me.  He took Anna's
hands and helped her to stand.  I stood up too.  I didn't know what he
wanted.

   "Caitlyn needs a good kiss, David," he said.  "Then Jean-Nicole and
Petra."

   Standing there in front of me, he gave Anna a good kiss, open mouths,
tongues, and all, while I watched.  Both moved their hands down to asses
and pulled.  I shook my head and went over to Caitlyn.  She stood up by
herself.  When I leaned over she put her hand in front of my mouth and
whispered.

   "You can fuck me tonight, David.  Iain wants to fuck Anna again."

   I gave her a good kiss.  I tried to tongue-fuck her, she tried to
tongue-fuck me, and I don't know who won the battle.  I pressed my
twenty-centimeter dick against her little belly and she eagerly slid up and
down against it like she wanted it too.  Damn, I knew I'd really never
understand women.

   Then I went to Jean-Nicole and she gave me a simmering kiss, maybe a
boiling one.  I had my hands on her derriere pulling her against me and she
was trying to slide down my slippery dick.  I was reeling.  I vowed
somebody, maybe two somebodies, were going to get fucked tonight.  Then I
remembered I still had one more female to kiss: Petra.

   I didn't dare this time.  She stood up, lifted her little face to mine,
and I gave her a quick smack on the lips.  That wasn't what she wanted. 
She reached up with both hands, brought my face back down to hers, opened
her mouth, and gave me a little touch of teasing tongue.  I staggered back
to the couch and watched the other guys kiss Anna, including Pyotr.  Damn,
he used his tongue on her too.  I stood there watching as all the guys
kissed all the women, Petra included.

   Finally we all stood around looking at each other and I suppose
everybody was wondering what next?  Everybody seemed to be having trouble
breathing.  I wondered what was going happen for the rest of the afternoon
after a warm-up like we had just had.

   Jean-Nicole took charge.

   "Toby, James, would you put those three mattresses in the middle of the
couches?  I don't think you're through showing me how to make love to a
woman; are you?  The rest of you please sit down again."

   We sat, Anna and me on one couch, Caitlyn and Iain opposite us, and
Petra and Pyotr at the side.  Jean-Nicole whispered to James and Toby. 
They went running and returned in a few seconds with about a half dozen
pillows somebody had forgotten.

   Jean-Nicole lay down on her back, Toby stuffed a pillow under her neck,
then James stuffed one under her hips, and she bent her knees and splayed
her legs.  I was looking at her from one side.  I wanted to move over and
sit with Petra and Pyotr so I could see from the front.  Shit, I wanted to
get on my knees between Jean-Nicole's legs but I didn't dare.  Anna had a
tight grip on my penis again.

   Toby lay down on one side of Jean-Nicole, half on top of her, and
started with more kisses.  James knelt beside her, bent over with his butt
toward me and Anna, ass in the air, asshole showing, and balls dangling. 
His head started moving around her breasts.  Toby's hand crept down toward
Jean-Nicole's pussy.  James' hand did too.  Their hands contested ownership
rights for a few seconds, reached an agreement, and both started playing
with her pussy.

   I looked down at my dick.  It was drooling a river down the head and
over Anna's hand.  She smeared the syrup all over the head and slid her
hand slowly up and down.  I put my arm over hers, cupped my fingers around
her pussy, and used my long index finger to plumb her depths.  She was
drooling pussy juice and hot as hell.

   Toby moved down between Jean-Nicole's legs, flopped on his belly,
grimaced, probably when the uncovered head of his dick rubbed the mattress,
and then lowered his face to her pussy.

   I wanted to see.  I moved over close to the trio and dropped to my
knees. I watched Toby's pink tongue licking up the wet lips of
Jean-Nicole's pussy.  He looked up at me, grinned, and then stuck his
tongue out at me.  I was just about to ask him to let me have a turn.

   Then Anna slapped me on the back of my head and lay down beside
Jean-Nicole.  Smiling at me, she lifted her knees, spread her legs, and
held out her arms to me.  Damn, a beautiful pussy waiting for my monster.
Fuck her?  Yeah, but there was something else I wanted to do first.

   I grabbed a pillow, stuffed it under her neck, moved between her legs,
and lay down beside Toby.  I shut my eyes, quit watching, and started
licking.  I felt her little lips unfold in welcome and I licked and licked.
Then I used my thumbs to separate and lift the soft mounds and bared her
clit to my tongue.

   I felt somebody bumping us to one side and looked in that direction. 
Pyotr had his head between Jean-Nicole's legs.  James was beside them, bent
over, whispering to Pyotr and pointing at something.  Toby was kneeling on
the other side, slowly stroking his dick, watching.  Petra was beside him,
intently watching her brother learn to lick a woman's pussy.

   Perhaps she was jealous.  She lay down on the third mattress, pulled
Pyotr away, and lifted her knees and spread her legs in invitation to him.
He accepted, scrambled down on the mattress, and started licking his
sister's little virginal pussy.  She had her fingertips on each side of his
head, probably guiding his mouth to where she wanted it.  She said
something and he crawled after another pillow and stuffed it under her
neck. He plopped down on his belly and resumed licking.  I assumed this was
the first time they had done it.  I didn't think it would be the last.

   Caitlyn didn't want to be the only one who wasn't getting licked.  She
pulled Iain onto the mattresses, Anna and I moved over, and she quickly
assumed the position.  I looked around and saw Pyotr licking Petra's pussy
and James and Toby vying for the privilege of servicing Jean-Nicole.  I
watched until Iain started licking Caitlyn and then I closed my eyes and
went back to my wife's pussy.  Damn, it was too much.  Four pussies side by
side and all getting licked.

   Somebody goosed me on both ribs.  I cussed and looked up.  I was James.
He had his thumb raised.  I knew what he meant.  I surrendered my position
to him, waited until I saw him give Anna's pussy the first lick, then
knee-walked over to Iain, goosed him on both ribs, and gave him the thumb.
He squirmed and giggled and then surrendered Caitlyn to me.

   I sprawled between her wide spread legs and licked her little pussy,
occasionally lifting my head to see what was happening.  Iain made Toby
relinquish Jean-Nicole.  Toby stood up, looked around, touched Pyotr on the
shoulder, gave him the thumb, pointed at Anna, and then stuck his face
between Petra's legs.  Pyotr stepped over three or four bodies, gave James
the thumb, and they swapped places.

   I got my licks in on Jean-Nicole next, moved down to Petra, licked her
pink little pussy for a while, and then decided it all had to stop before
four females got fucked and I might just be the one who shoved twenty
centimeters of hard cock up Petra's little virginal pussy.  Damn!  My dick
heard me thinking about it and got harder.  I stood up, took a few deep
breaths, trying to calm down.

   "I think we'd all better stop," I said.  "If we don't, four females are
about to get fucked and I don't know whose dick is going where.  We all
need to sit down for a while and cool off."

   We sat there on the couches for a while and I don't think anybody was
touching anybody else.  We were all breathing hard, sweating, everybody's
hair a mess, and I wondered where we were going next.

   A few minutes later, Jean-Nicole took charge again.  "There's something
else we need to show Petra and Pyotr," she said.  She dropped to her knees,
knee-walked to the center mattress, and motioned to James and Toby.  They
carefully walked across the mattress and then stood there side by side,
arms around each other's backs.  We all watched as she wrapped her hands
around two steel-rod dicks, simultaneously stroked them for a moment,
leaned over first to James, opened her mouth to his dick, sucked for a
moment, and then turned to Toby.

   Anna stood up, walked to where the trio was playing, and dropped to her
knees.  She didn't even have to ask me or tell me.  I was right behind her.
As soon as her knees hit the mattress, I had my dick in her face and, a
second later, she had it in her hand and then in her mouth.

   Caitlyn and Iain followed our example.  Iain stood there, hands dangling
at his side, head thrown back, eyes closed, while Caitlyn tried to cram as
much dick in her mouth as possible.

   I put my hands on Anna's shoulders and watched what she and Jean-Nicole
and Caitlyn were doing.  Petra and Pyotr were sitting on the end couch
watching with wide eyes and open mouths.  I motioned for them to join us.

   Petra knee-walked to an open spot on the mattresses with Pyotr right
behind her.  I watched as she cupped one hand under his balls, wrapped the
other around his dick, looked around to see what the other cock-suckers
were doing, and then started doing the same.  Pyotr put his hands on her
shoulders and held on for dear life as he had his dick sucked for the first
time.

   I wasn't about to call a halt this time but, damn, Anna did.

   "Four guys on their backs," she said.  "Somebody's about to get fucked.
Petra, your first time should be on top of Pyotr.  Have fun."

   Iain and Pyotr and I quickly lay down on our backs, pillows under our
necks.  I watched Pyotr to see what he did.  He looked at me, holding my
dick straight up for Anna, then Iain, holding his for Caitlyn, and then he
held his straight up with both hands for Petra.

   James and Toby and Jean-Nicole were still standing, close together,
whispering to each other.  I assumed they were deciding which of the guys
was first and which was second.

   Anna took Petra's hand in hers, led her over to Pyotr, and helped her
into position over his up-pointed dick.  Caitlyn dropped to her knees
between Pyotr's legs and waited.  Petra slowly squatted over his dick. 
Caitlyn moved Pyotr's hands off his dick and wrapped her hand around it,
ready to guide it home.  Petra got on her knees and slowly, gingerly,
lowered her ass.

   I couldn't see Pyotr's penis going in her but the expression on her face
told me his dick was slowly penetrating her little pussy.  It was
fascinating to watch.  We all watched until she had grunted and groaned and
lowered her butt until all of his prodigious Pyotr was in her precocious
little pussy.  She smiled, lifted, settled down, smiled again, and then
just sat there looking at the rest of us.  I looked at Pyotr and he was
grinning like a kid who had finally found out what his peter was good for.

   Anna came back to me and straddled my hips.  I held my dick upright for
her and she notched it in the right place, slowly slid down on it and
stopped.  She looked at Caitlyn and Iain and watched as they quickly
cooperated in hiding his pecker in her pussy.

   We all looked at James, Toby, and Jean-Nicole, still standing.  Toby
dropped down on the mattress, flopped on his back, and held his horse cock
straight up for her to mount.  It took only a second for her to encunt his
erection.  She leaned forward, moved up and down on his dick a few times,
and looked back at James.

   James dropped to his knees behind her, held his rampant ramrod with one
hand, put the other hand on Jean-Nicole's hip, and shuffled closer.  I
lifted my head a little higher.  If James and Toby were going to make a
sandwich with Jean-Nicole, I wanted to see.  But that wasn't what they hand
in mind.  She lifted her ass off Toby's dick, presented it to James, and he
quickly slid his dick in her pussy.  He gave her a few thrusts, pulled out
and pushed down, and Toby's dick disappeared between her thighs.  Swapping
while fucking?  Who would have ever thought?

   "Caitlyn and I are going to swap in a minute or two," Anna whispered. 
"Is that OK with you?"

   "Do I get to do Jean-Nicole and Petra too?" I asked, whispering.

   "Maybe Jean-Nicole," she whispered back.  "Nobody but Pyotr gets his
prodigious pecker in Petra's pretty pouting pussy tonight."

   I lifted my head and looked around.  Petra was slowly riding Pyotr's
peter and they were both grinning.  James and Toby were swapping and
sharing Jean-Nicole's pussy.  Caitlyn was looking at me and riding Iain's
pecker.

   "Damn!" I would never have believed it.

   Anna rode me for a minute or so, just slowly and gently, without letting
her beast loose.  I put my hands behind my head, closed my eyes, relaxed,
and just enjoyed fucking without having to move a muscle.

   Anna lifted up off me and I opened my eyes and watched as she and
Caitlyn swapped.  I suppose I could have been a gentleman and held my dick
up straight for her but she managed.  I just lay there watching her trying
to see how far down on my twenty-centimeter dick she wanted to go.  She
watched my face while I watched her trying to encunt my dick.

   I lifted my head, did a crunch, and popped up my six-pack for her to
appreciate.  She made a face and stuck her tongue out at me.  I stuck my
tongue out at her and mimicked licking.  I shut my eyes, put my head down
on the pillow, and clasped my fingers together on my chest.  I let her
struggle by herself.

   Maybe she got as much of my dick as she wanted.  She leaned forward,
kissed me with an open-mouthed lip-lock, and let her beast loose.  I tried
to think of anything but what she was doing to my dick but with little
success.  Damn!  It was good.  I knew she was going to come quickly at that
rate so I let her.  Then she moaned a few times and I felt her pussy trying
to amputate my penis.  I waited until she had squeezed it for the last time
and then I lifted her hips up about six inches and gave her a good fucking
up, no worrying about how much I was shoving into her.  A few seconds
later, I shoved her down on my dick again, had my first orgasm of the
afternoon, and squirted a load on her little cervix.  She squealed for me
again and then bit my shoulder.

   Toby went for wet washcloths and passed them out.  I wiped the sweat off
my face first and then wiped the juices off my dick and balls next.  I
suppose the others did about the same.  Toby stood there wiping his off and
then held out his hand.  I threw him my used cloth and he went down the
line collecting from the others.

   We lay there on three mattresses, all nine of us in a row, cuddled up
with each other, cooling off and relaxing.  We were all quiet for a while
but then somebody started tickling somebody and we all ended up groping and
goosing and laughing and squealing.  Somebody started changing positions so
they could do something to somebody else and the body arrangement changed
constantly.  Nobody was trying to really get serious and we just played and
had fun for a while.

   I moved back behind Anna and watched the others for a moment.  When
James saw me cuddling her, he stood up and walked around so he was standing
at our feet.  He looked at Anna and asked, "May I?"

   I didn't know what he was asking for but I suppose it didn't matter to
Anna.  She rolled on her back, spread her legs, and held out her arms to
him.  He dropped to his knees, leaned over her with straight arms, and
stopped.  Anna wrapped her hand around his dick and he lowered himself on
top of her while she guided it in.  I assumed he wanted to fuck her but I
was wrong.

   All he wanted was to be held.  Anna wrapped her legs around his ass, her
arms around his chest, and waited.  He didn't move.  Finally, he kissed
her, right cheek, left cheek, and mouth, and then relaxed with his face in
her hair.  After a short while, I suppose he had been loved enough.  He
rolled off her and leaned over and kissed me, right cheek, left, cheek, and
mouth.  I slapped him on the butt and he went back to Jean-Nicole.

   I decided to see if the other guys would follow my example.  I spread
Anna's thighs and sort of grazed on her pussy for a minute or so, mostly
just tonguing her clitoris, not licking low enough to get into Iain's
semen. I looked up briefly and saw the others watching me.

   When I stopped with Anna, I crawled over Iain, pointed to Anna, and
waited until Caitlyn got the idea and spread her legs.  I gave her the same
treatment, just tongue teasing clitoris, not really licking up a crème pie.
I suppose I wouldn't have minded; it was my crème.

   I rose up, saw Iain still licking Anna, moved over to Jean-Nicole,
slapped James on the stomach, pointed to Anna, and then gave Jean-Nicole
the same tonguing.  When I moved out of the way, Iain moved in place
between her legs.  I looked down the line and saw Toby doing Anna while
James waited.

   I moved over to Petra.  Pyotr stayed beside her and he looked like he
couldn't believe I was about to lick her just-fucked pussy.  I spread her
little lips with my thumbs and gave her little bump some hard licking.  I
decided to give him another lesson.  I licked down to her vagina, pointed
my tongue, gave her a tongue-fucking, and tasted Pyotr's crème.

   I had done all four women but I decided to go one more.  I pushed Pyotr
down on his back, held his penis straight up, and started sucking as hard
as I could.  He moaned or squealed or something but he didn't push me away.
I gave him about as much sucking as I had given the women licking and then
stood up.

   Iain moved between Pyotr's legs, held his dick up, and started sucking.
When Iain stood up, Pyotr did too.  He quickly stepped over everybody's
legs and got down between the last pair, Anna's.  We all waited until he
had a turn with Anna and Caitlyn and then Jean-Nicole and, finally, Petra.
I decided I was ready for something else, maybe some good old-fashioned
fucking, so I waved my dick around, and asked, "Who wants this?"

   Anna did.  She wanted it in the good old-fashioned missionary position
and I wasn't about to argue.  I dropped to my knees, leaned over her, and
she used both hands to show my dick where she wanted it.  We started off
slowly but within a minute or so we both let our beasts loose.  I came all
too quickly but Anna started slamming her pussy up at me while I was
slamming my dick down into her and when I finally stopped to squirt a
gallon in her, I felt her vagina milking everything out of me.

   I was shot in more ways than one.  I looked up and saw Iain still on
Caitlyn, neither moving, and James still humping Jean-Nicole.  Toby stood
there either milking the last little bit out of his pipes or waiting his
turn.  Pyotr's beautiful ass was flying up and down on his sister.  I
watched until everybody finally stopped moving.

   Anna pushed me off her.  "Come on," she said.  "I want a shower and then
we can pull out the leftovers."

   <><><>

   I had prepped Aimee about what I wanted her to review and she did her
task to perfection.  I especially wanted the others to hear about the
raptor birds and the wolves and bears and pigs which we might encounter
when off the mountain.  I gave everybody a minute or so to understand how
we were protected on the mountain but in real danger when we left it.

   "I've wanted to explore around the mountain since I came here and maybe
this is a good time to do it," I started.  "We're at the end of the tenth
month and I don't want to wait until after winter is over.  We'll be safe
for the three or four days the trip will take but it will still be a little
rough.  We'll take extra clothes and blankets but we'll have to contend
with cold.  We'll take some food but we'll have to live off the land to
some extent.  We'll be close to the shoreline all the way so we should be
able to get oysters and fish.  We won't get a bath while we're gone and
toilet facilities will be in the bushes.  The only thing I need to know
right now is who wants to go with me.  If you do, hold up your hand."

   I was surprised.  Everybody wanted to go, even Caitlyn and Petra.  I
knew Iain and James and Toby wanted to go and I knew Anna wanted to go too.
I was unsure about the others but I was pleased that they all trusted me to
lead them on the excursion.

   "OK.  That's settled.  We'll leave tomorrow morning.  The trip will
probably take three or four days.  Everybody will carry a spear as usual
and at least one more weapon or tool.  James and Toby, will you make sure
we all have the weapons and tools we'll need?"

   I got two willing nods.

   "Iain and Caitlyn, would you make sure everybody has the clothing and
blankets they'll carry and that they're packed securely?  Take one change
of clothing, a long sweater, extra boots or moccasins, and a rain cape.  I
think that will just about fill up a backpack.  I'm going to carry those
big plastic sheets from our care package shipment.  They're heavy but
they'll be useful if it rains."

   I got two more willing nods.

   "Anna and Jean-Nicole, would you make sure we have whatever medical
supplies you think we might need?" I asked.  "If we're careful we won't
need any but we need to be prepared.  Also I want you two to think about
the cooking utensils we'll need.  Keep them to the absolute bare minimum.
We'll be cooking over open fires.  We don't need to worry about water. 
Aimee can give us some purification tablets and we can get water at any of
the freshwater streams."

   Two more nods.

   "Petra and Pyotr, would you each carry a tablet?" I asked.  "Get Aimee
to show you how to record what we see.  Take pictures of everything of
importance.  You decide what's significant.  When we come back, Aimee can
download the data and include it in her database on the mountain."

   Two more willing nods.

   "I'm going to carry a spear as usual and I think everybody should.  I'm
not going to carry the Brute but I'll have the Boys and I'll have a sword
behind my left shoulder.  When we were attacked by the wolves, I pulled the
sword and then killed one of them with a two-handed down-stroke.  I don't
think I'll need it but I want to carry it just in case.  Anna and Iain and
James and Toby, you have Iain-wood bows and you might want to carry them.
Take some string so you can shoot at fish."

   James held his hand up.  "What about Lucky?  I think he's big and strong
enough to go."

   "He's your dog and he's your responsibility.  Aimee can't take care of
him so he's got to go."

   I wanted to start down the mountain on the trail leading to the swimming
beach and then to walk counter clockwise to the east toward Iain's Beach
and Crooked Finger where we had found so many seashells.

   The first day, we made it down the mountain and some distance across the
south side toward the east.  The terrain was intermittently curved
stretches of beach and then steep cliffs with no beach.  We alternated
between easy walking on the beaches and then struggling over part of the
mountain where there were cliffs.

   In the middle of the day, we ate lunch out of food that Jean-Nicole had
prepared for us and put in four guy's backpacks.  I guessed that we had
enough food for perhaps two more meals and I wanted to see if we could get
some fish.

   At one place where there were huge flat rocks adjacent to deep water,
Anna and Iain and James and Toby wanted to try shooting fish with arrows
with string attached.  They proved that the method was successful.  Iain
got two and Anna and James and Toby got one each.  The fish were large
enough to provide us with maybe two meals.

   At another place, I saw evidence of oysters so five guys, even Pyotr,
stripped and harvested some from the cold water.  I wanted the oysters to
bake in the shell so I didn't try to shuck them immediately.  Iain and I
had both brought an empty backpack to hold fish or shellfish we got along
the way so we packed one of them.  When I lifted the full backpack, I found
out how heavy oysters in the shell can be.  I wasn't sure how close we were
to Iain's Beach where I wanted to spend our first night but I hoped we were
close.

   Over the next hill, we found easy walking on another semi-circular
beach. We climbed up some rocks at the end of the beach and James spotted
some large fish swimming.  We all crowded around to see.  All the fish were
big, about as big around and long as my leg, but I had no idea what they
were.  They seemed to be eating something off the rocks.

   Toby and James wanted to see if they could shoot one with an arrow.  I
thought it would be impossible to pull in the string with a big fish so I
asked only one of them to try.  James let Toby do it while he held the
string.  Toby tried and missed.  James pulled in the string and claimed his
turn.  Iain volunteered to hold the string.  James was luckier.  His arrow
hit the fish just behind its head.

   Immediately all hell broke loose in the water.  The string ran through
Iain's hands almost to the end before he got a grip.  I pulled an arrow out
of his quiver, looped it through the string a few times, and he grabbed the
arrow and pulled.  The fish didn't give an inch.  It fought to escape but
couldn't.  Iain slowly backed up and pulled the fish up close to the rocks.


   I don't know what Toby thought he was doing, maybe climbing down so he
could grab the string and pull the fish in.  He scrambled down the rocks,
reached for the string, and that's when his foot slipped.  I saw his back
and head hit the rock and then he pitched face forward into the water.  I
saw that he was unmoving and I knew I had to do something.  I felt the
coolness sweep over me and I tried to quickly think of what I had to do.

   I dropped my sword and knives, took a few running steps, and jumped feet
first.  I wanted to leap over Toby and I did.  I hit the water in a crouch
and went under.  I straightened my legs as strongly as possible, touched a
rock with my feet, and used it to push off.  I used all the strength in my
arms and hands to propel me back to the surface.  I turned around and saw
Toby in front of me, floating face down.

   Chapter Thirty-Five

   I swam to Toby, flipped him over, put both arms under him, and lifted
his head out of the water.  I gave a few strong kicks, bumped into rocks,
and turned and looked.  Iain was above me, reaching down, and Anna and
James were carefully coming down the rocks.  Iain put his arms under Toby's
and pulled him partially out of the water.

   I relinquished his body and then began climbing out of the water.  I was
perhaps half-way out when I felt something bite down on the calf of my leg.
My body registered pain and surprise and shock and I kicked down as hard as
I could.  I felt my foot connect with something solid and then the cool
strength of my arms and legs propelled me out of the water like a penguin
coming ashore.

   By the time I climbed out, Anna and James and Iain had pulled Toby out
of water.  Anna was beside him.  She quickly felt for a pulse in his
throat, glanced at me and smiled, and I knew his heart was still beating.
He began struggling for breath, moving his arms and neck, flexing his
spine, and Anna smiled again.  He had hit first on his back and then his
head and his movement told us that there were probably no spinal injuries.
Anna looked at the back of his head and we both saw there was no blood.  I
knew we needed to get him back to level ground.

   I pulled him so he was partially upright and ducked my head to get it
under his arm.  I straightened up, grabbed his other arm, pulled him on my
back, and looked upward to see if I could climb using only one hand.  Anna
climbed part way up, grabbed my hand, and pulled.  Iain and James put their
hands under my butt and pushed.  In seconds, we managed to get Toby back on
level ground.

   Anna took over while I stood there trying to catch my breath and coming
down off my cool.  Toby was still struggling for breath.  Anna turned him
on his side, watched as a little water came out of his open mouth, and then
turned him again on his back.  She pinched his nose closed, pulled his chin
down, put her open mouth to his, and gave him four strong breaths.  Toby
gasped, took a deep breath, gasped for another, and coughed a few times. 
He opened his eyes, saw Anna's face over his, reached up, pulled her down,
gave her a kiss, and smiled at her.  He sat up, grabbed the back of his
head, and said, "Oh, shit!  That hurt!"

   I knew he was going to be OK.

   I remembered the bite from the fish and looked down at my leg.  My
clothing was ripped and I saw the marks of teeth but only a little blood. I
decided to wait until Anna had cared for Toby.

   Anna looked up at the others gathered around.

   "James, help me get Toby out of these wet clothes.  Jean-Nicole, get his
dry clothes out of his backpack."

   She looked at me and then around at the others waiting for orders.

   "Iain, help David get his butt out of those wet things before he
freezes. Caitlyn, get his stuff out of his backpack."

   I stood there shivering while Caitlyn grinned and stripped me.  She
pulled my tights down and didn't even comment when she saw my penis and
testicles trying to crawl up inside my body.  When she saw my leg, her grin
quickly disappeared.

   "Anna, David's been bitten by something," she almost yelled.

   Anna quickly scrambled over to me and looked carefully at my leg.

   "It's not bad, just scratches," she said.  "I'll treat it in a few
minutes."

   She gave my dick a quick yank, maybe to start the blood flowing back
into it, maybe to make me think of something other than my wound, and then
turned her attention back to Toby.

   I stood there shivering while Caitlyn and Petra helped me put on my dry
clothes.  Iain was waiting with a blanket.  I didn't protest when he draped
it over me.

   While they were stripping me and getting me dressed, I watched
Jean-Nicole and Anna strip Toby and get him clad in dry clothes.  Anna
pulled his penis once and he yelped but he smiled.  They wrapped him in a
blanket too.

   Anna checked the back of his head and said he had a goose egg and might
have a mild concussion.  She was looking at me when she said it and I knew
what she wasn't saying: that we had no way to treat a severe concussion and
we needed to watch Toby closely for the next few days.

   She looked at my leg again.  I had tried to will it not to bleed and
maybe that had helped.  The scratches were elongated but not deep and they
were burning and painful.  Nurse Anna was prepared: she coated the
scratches with an antibiotic ointment and wrapped a bandage around my calf.
She looked up at me with concern on her face and I again knew what she
wasn't saying: that the fish, whatever they were, were dangerous and might
have caused real injury to Toby or me.  I was just thankful for my cool
response and my enhanced strength in getting Toby so quickly out of the
water.

   We got organized again and continued our walk.  Iain took the point with
Caitlyn at his side, Pyotr and Petra followed them, Jean-Nicole and James
stayed with Toby, watching him, and Anna and I brought up the rear.

   Over one more hill, we found Iain's Beach and immediately began
preparations to spend the night.  It was just as beautiful as before: an
almost-circular opening surrounded on all sides by rocks with only a narrow
pass out to the sea.  Most of the opening was quiet turquoise-colored water
and the beach was a semi-circular expanse of almost-white sand.  It was a
beautiful mythical place.

   Fire was our first goal.  I found a piece of soft driftwood and used
Little Boy to scrape off tinder while the others scoured the area where the
beach and cliff met for drift wood.  The beach itself was clear.  The fact
that all the driftwood was at the base of the rocky cliff told me that
waves did break through the narrow pass.  As soon as the punk caught a
spark and I had a fire going, I put a few small sticks on the tinder and
asked Petra and Pyotr to slowly feed it smaller and then larger driftwood.

   Iain and I spread the plastic sheeting on the beach between the rocks
and the fire and we all dropped our backpacks on it.  It was probably big
enough for the nine of us if we slept close together.  I assigned sleeping
spaces and nobody complained: Anna and I on one end, next Petra and Pyotr,
then Jean-Nicole and James and Toby, with Iain and Caitlyn on the other
end. I hoped everybody understood that I was trying to put the most
vulnerable on the inside with me and Iain on the protective outsides.

   Jean-Nicole and Anna and Caitlyn took charge of dinner.  James had
already gutted the five fish and I let Jean-Nicole use Little Boy to cut
off huge boneless fillets.  She and Caitlyn arranged the fillets on spear
points almost in the fire and then stacked oysters on driftwood near the
fire to bake.

   Before nightfall, we ate our evening meal: fish and oysters and stuff we
had brought from home.  I was surprised that everybody ate baked oysters
with only a little hesitation and I wished that we had got more.  The fish
was sprinkled with salt water while cooking and tasted great.  James fed
Lucky and himself with oysters and fish, one bite for himself, one for the
pooch.  By the time we finished, I had a belly full and was content.  I
thought of the meal at Napoleon's in Flagstaff but I was just as pleased
with this one.

   We pushed the pointed end of spears down in the sand close to the fire
and arranged wet clothes on the blunt end.  There was no wind where we were
and a few minutes later I saw the clothes steaming.

   We were all sitting or squatting or standing around the fire when I
looked up.  There was no moon and the sky was brilliant with billions and
billions of diamonds.  I looked down for a moment and saw the others
looking up.  Caitlyn turned to Iain and whispered something in his ear.  He
shook his head no.  She spoke to all of us.

   "Iain sang something to me once when he was first courting me," she
said. "It's about a star.  Would you like him to sing it for us?"

   Of course we all did.  He stood up, pulled her up, and put one arm over
her shoulders.

   "You loved me enough to come to me, Caitlyn, so I'll sing it," he said,
and in his pure tenor voice, he sang:

   When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your
heart desires Will come to you.

   If your heart is in your dream No request is too extreme When you wish
upon a star As dreamers do.

   "That's all I remember," he said, quietly.  Caitlyn looked up at him and
I saw adoration in her face.

   Nobody applauded.  Nobody cheered.  All of us were looking at a
beautiful young couple and thinking about the song.  I had goose bumps all
over and I felt like I'd experienced something so sacred or spiritual that
it overwhelmed me.  I looked at Anna and saw tears in her eyes.

   The plastic sheet was cold and slippery but it was dry.  We slowly and
quietly settled down to rest for the night.  I was tired but not quite
ready for sleep.  We all took our hooded rain capes and other clothing out
of our backpacks, put them on, and positioned the backpacks for pillows. 
Anna and I put our two blankets together, lay down, and pulled them over
us. I watched until all the others had done the same.

   Anna crawfished backward up against me, I put one leg over hers, one arm
over her chest, and scooted as close to her as possible.  We lay there for
a while listening to the others giggling and laughing and getting settled
for the night.  There was almost no surf but there was a monotonous
susurration as the sea climbed on the beach and retreated.  There was a
bird something like a whippoorwill calling back up on the mountain and I
thought that was strange because I knew birds did not mate in winter. 
Occasionally a slight breeze moved the cold air over my face.  I felt at
peace being on a beach with eight other people on a cold night, the only
people in the world.  I was content that it was a world of my choosing.

   Anna wiggled around so we were face to face with our arms and legs
entwined, found my face with hers, and gave me a quick smack on the lips.
Now we were lying together as close as possible.  My mouth was inches away
from hers and we were breathing the same air.  In spite of the cold, I was
warm and comfortable and I hoped Anna was too.

   "Do you want to make love with me, David," she whispered.  "I want you
to."

   "Yeah, I think that would be a fine thing to do on a wonderful romantic
night like this," I whispered back.  "It is romantic, isn't it, lying here
on a beach on a cold winter's night, freezing our butts off?"

   "David, I know you're not religious but it would be like something
sacred, something to show we're part of this wonderful universe.  I think
it is romantic."

   "OK, but let's wait a little while `til everybody's quiet.  What did you
think of the sex play party we had?" I whispered.

   "It was fun, David," she answered "What do you want to know?"

   "Well, I enjoyed it but I wish it had been a little different," I said.

   "How?"

   "Anna, you know me.  I've always got to worry whether I'm doing the
right thing for everybody.  I like for all of us to get together like that
but I think there was too much sex and not enough love.  I don't want the
party to become like a sex orgy where everybody tries to do everything with
everybody else.  I wish we could hold down on the playing a little so maybe
everybody has just one partner and they try to show love for each other,
not just have sex.  Making love, Anna, not just fucking."

   "I understand and I think you're right," she whispered.  "I like the
idea of everybody having just one partner for the night.  Maybe we could
come up with a format to do that.  Do you want to try?"

   "Yeah, I do," I said.  "Maybe we could let the ladies choose first and
then the men could choose a partner when we have the next party."

   "Some of the ladies may be out of action," she said.  "If they don't
want to play, they'll probably have on something under their loin cloth. 
If they come to the party naked, that could mean they want to play."

   "That's good, but how do we choose to avoid any arguments or conflicts
if two women want the same man?"

   "Easy.  We'll let the girls draw something with a number on it.  Number
one can choose anybody she wishes and the guy chosen can't refuse."

   "Yeah, maybe that would work but where will they go to make love?" I
asked.  "Would they go to a bed chamber or stay in the lounge with
everybody else?"

   "Let them choose," Anna whispered.  "I like to see somebody else making
love.  I like to see them fucking too but I agree we need to make the party
into something loving, not just fucking.  It beats the hell out of TV
either way.  I don't mind if someone watches us sometimes."

   "Then after the ladies, the guys have a turn choosing," I said.  "What
if I'm first and I choose Petra?  Damn, I don't know how that would work?"

   "David, you don't have to shove your monster up her pouty little pussy.
Maybe she'd like to give you a blow-job.  You can give her pussy a good
licking.  It would be up to the partners to decide what they want to do. 
If they both want to have anal sex, why not?"

   "So if I want to shove my monster up Petra's bung hole and she agrees,
then it's OK?  Damn, I don't know about that."

   "David, just tell everybody that what they do is OK as long as they both
agree.  You can't decide for them."

   "Maybe we could have a short warm-up free-for-all at the beginning of
each party," I said.  "You know, where anything goes with anybody else
except no fucking."

   "Just foreplay with everybody, huh?  That's good.  I like to see you
guys sucking each other's dicks."

   "Shit, Anna, I didn't mean that."

   "Why not?  Would you like to watch Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn licking each
other's little pussies at the same time?"

   "Damn, that would be something to watch but I'd like to lick
Jean-Nicole's little pussy myself.  Caitlyn's too.  Boy, that would be fun:
two servings of hot pussy."

   "Well, maybe the ladies might like to see you and Iain sucking each
other's dicks at the same time.  Two servings of hard dicks."

   "Shit!"

   "Well, let's keep thinking about the format for a while.  I like the
idea of having a single partner for the night and then showing some love
for the other while having some good sex."

   She turned over and kept wiggling and I wondered what she was doing.  I
slid my hand down, found the bare skin of her hip, slid further down over a
long leg, bare foot, and I knew.  She had taken her boot off, slid one leg
out of her tights, and was now half-ass bare to allow me access to her.  I
quickly slid my tights down below my balls, set my dick free, and pressed
it against her ass.  She reached around and started squeezing and stroking
it.

   When it was hard, she lifted her bare leg, I slid it forward, she caught
it under the head, I pushed, and she guided the head into her pussy.  I
started slowly moving forward and retreating.  Her pussy was a little dry
at first and I was afraid I would hurt her.  She pushed her derriere back
against me and my dick went in a little further and I felt her internal
juices begin to lubricate the head of my dick.

   She was quiet for a moment and I suppose she was listening.  I heard
rustling and I rose up to see what the others were doing.  The only light
came from the flames of the fire.  Petra and Pyotr were next to us and in
the red glow I saw only one lump with two heads, one above the other, and I
couldn't tell which was which.

   I looked further to see what Jean-Nicole was doing with James and Toby.
Two of them had their heads under their blankets and all I saw was one
hooded head and some moving mounds.

   I looked a little further and saw Iain's face turned toward me.  He was
grinning.  He was also on top of Caitlyn.  I put my mouth next to Anna's
ear and gave her a whispered report.  Then I resumed what I had been doing
before the interruption, slowly sliding the head of my dick in and out of
my wife's hot pussy.

   I heard something right next to us.  This time, Anna lifted up and
looked.

   "I think Pyotr's fucking the hell out of Petra," she said.  "You should
see the blanket flying up and down over his ass."

   I heard Jean-Nicole squeal and some boys giggling and then two young
male voices saying something but I couldn't understand the words.  I rose
up and looked: now all three of them were under their blankets.  Beyond
them, I saw Caitlyn, evidently on top of Iain now with her face turned
toward me.  In the firelight I saw an open mouth and a top row of white
teeth.

   I lay there and eased my dick in and out of Anna's pussy in time to the
susurration of the sea.  She caught my hand in hers and pushed it down to
her pussy.  I knew what she wanted.  I didn't understand why my fingers
gave her any more pleasure than her own but she had told me that they did.
I curled my hand around, touched the shaft of my dick just where it entered
her pussy, and wiped my fingers in her pussy juice.  Then I felt for her
clitoris, found it, and very gently stroked it with two fingers.

   A little later she whispered, "I'm going to turn on my stomach.  Can we
do it that way?"

   I knew what she wanted.  Sometimes she liked to lie on her stomach with
my front on her back, her legs together, mine spread over hers, and my
forearms supporting most of my weight.  She liked to lift her hips a
little, just enough for me to get close, and then reach under and guide the
head of my dick into her.  It was good tight fucking and we both liked it
that way.  Of course, we both liked it in lots of other positions, probably
any position known to humankind.

   I didn't bother to say yes we can do it that way.  She turned on her
stomach, I straddled her body, she lifted her derriere and, when I pushed
my penis between her legs, she showed it where to go with her fingertips.
Her soft ass was a good cushion but it kept me from getting more than half
my dick in her.  As soon as I was mounted, she began to rub her nubbin
while I plowed her field.  It was a good way to fuck and she always had a
good orgasm.  I tried to wait for her to come first.  I really did.  Then I
felt my orgasm grab me by the balls and I shoved it in and began planting
my seed.  She whined or moaned and I knew she was rubbing harder and, just
as my coming ended, hers began.  I knew the song was right.  Anything your
heart desires will come to you.

   Our second night was much more uncomfortable.  In mid-afternoon, I saw
dark clouds moving in and we began looking for a sheltered place for us to
sleep.  Before the rain began we found a place at the base of a cliff: a
ledge which jutted out far enough to keep us out of the rain.  We quickly
cut small green branches off trees to spread over the ground and carried
dead wood for a fire.

   By nightfall, the wind was whipping around, a cold rain was falling, and
we were huddled together around a big fire.  The wind occasionally blew
rain into the fire but never enough to extinguish it.  Dinner was left-over
fish, Nutty Buddies, apples, and water but nobody complained.  The night
was much colder so we put on all of the clothing we had brought and spread
blankets over us again.

   We barely had room for all nine of us and we settled down in a row, much
closer than the previous night: me and Anna under two blankets, Pyotr and
Petra under two, Toby and Jean-Nicole and James under three, and Caitlyn
and Iain under two.  James and Jean-Nicole were facing each other with Toby
behind her.  Lucky was between James and Jean-Nicole and they were trying
to keep him under cover.  There was a lot of groping and giggling but I
wasn't about to try anything beyond cuddling.  I suppose the others felt
the same way.

   As usual, I was spooned up behind Anna with my arm over her.  Somehow
she managed to guide my hand under all her layers of clothing to her naked
breast.  She complained about my cold hand but she didn't ask me to remove
it.

   "Do you wish you were home in bed?" I whispered.

   "I'm not complaining, David," she whispered back.  "I don't think the
others are either but I'm glad we've got a warm place to return to."

   "We've got to do this, Anna," I whispered.  "We've got to leave our
comfortable home and get out in this world occasionally.  This whole world
is ours now and we've got to begin exploring it.  That's why I wanted to go
around the mountain: to see how everybody would handle it, I mean, two or
three days of roughing it."

   "I know, David."

   "I want to begin exploring the mainland," I said.  "We can't stay
huddled behind Aimee's protective shield forever.  I want so much to see
what's out there."

   "Why didn't you want to take Iain with you when you and James and Toby
killed the wolves?  He wanted to go."

   "He understands why not.  He's second in command.  If something happens
to me, he's got to be the leader of this group.  He's got the intelligence
but I wish he was bigger and stronger."

   "This isn't really about seeing what's around the mountain; is it?" she
asked.  "It's about seeing how we all cope with difficult conditions; isn't
it?"

   "Yeah, that's right.  The mountain is just mountain, Anna.  I wanted to
see how everybody coped."

   "And?"

   "I'm very pleased with the way everybody has endured a little hardship,"
I said.  "They've been in good spirits both days and I think everybody has
enjoyed the trip.  I know I have."

   "I have too, David, except for the cold tonight," she said, and pushed
her derriere back against me.  "Are you freezing your ass off?"

   "Naah, your ass is better than a heating pad any day," I said.  "I'm
OK."

   She yawned.  "Are you sleepy?"

   "Yeah."

   Late in the afternoon of the next day, we trudged into our home, tired,
dirty, and smelling of smoke and sweat and sex, but wonderfully alive and
happy.  We had a communal bath and helped scrub each other but I didn't see
a single hard-on.  We all squeezed in the warm downdraft of air and used
our hands on each other to get the water off.  I heard lots of pleasurable
moans and giggles but again no boners popped up.  Then we all ran for the
kitchen, still naked, and helped in preparing our meal.  I think everybody
was about like I was: I would have eaten anything put before me, anything
that didn't eat me first.

   Our life quickly returned to normal: washing clothes in the big pool,
cooking under Jean-Nicole's direction, working on different projects, some
of which were actually important, some just fun, exercising some days,
weapons training others.  Everybody seemed content to be together and
living in our new world.  What was our life like?

   <><><>

   One morning, Iain and I were sitting out doors on the terrace working on
Iain-wood arrows.  The day was sunny and half-way warm and we were in a
corner sheltered from the wind.  The four Mouseketeers and one frisky pooch
found us.  Iain and I were dressed for outdoors.  The four were still
wearing only indoor loincloths.  They stood there shivering and told me
what they wanted.  James, Toby, and Pyotr wanted to go exploring.  Petra
wanted to go too.

   "You guys will have to be responsible for her safety," I said.  "A man
must always protect women and children."

   "We know, David," Toby said.  "We'll watch out for her."

   "Who's going to protect her from you guys?"

   "Shit, David," James said.  "We're not going to try to do anything with
her while we're gone.  We just want to explore and she wants to go with us.
That's all.  "

   "Who's going to be the leader, you know, the one who carries the Boys,
the one who catches hell from me if anything happens to any of you while
you're gone?  Or my knives?

   James spoke up first.  "Toby.  I was leader last time."

   "OK, Toby, don't go too far.  You can wear the Boys.  You've got to
watch the sun and be back here in time for lunch."

   "Aye, aye, Captain."

   I looked at Petra and Pyotr.  "Do you two understand that you must obey
the leader without question while you're gone?  He's the one who must make
decisions about your safety.  He's the one responsible for getting
everybody back here safely and on time."

   They both nodded.

   I nodded and the Mouseketeers and Lucky ran for the warm indoors. 
Shortly, four Robin Hood outfitted kids came back out, James and Toby with
bows and arrows and spears, Pyotr and Petra with axes holstered at their
waist and spears in their hands.  I handed the Boys to Toby and he strapped
the scabbard around his waist, beaming at having my knives for the first
time and knowing I trusted him to be leader.  Iain and I watched four
beautiful kids and one frisky pooch go down the trail.  Lucky must have
understood that he was going somewhere.  His tail showed his excitement.

   They returned in time for lunch but they wanted to go somewhere again
for the afternoon.  They had found a new fishing hole: a place on one of
the many streams where the water plunged over large boulders into a deep
pool below.  They had seen fish swimming and, of course, wanted to see what
they could catch.  Like children begging their father, they asked for my
consent and, of course, I gave it.

   They shoveled their lunch into their famished stomachs and then ran to
prepare cane fishing poles.  Toby sent the twins for digging tools and I
smiled that they had remembered that they would need bait.

   They came back before dinner, each carrying a stringer full of
bream-like fish, and insisted that we eat them for dinner.  The four of
them crowded around the sink in the kitchen and I watched as Toby and James
showed Pyotr and Petra how to scale the fish and dehead them to prepare
them for frying.

   Jean-Nicole and Anna and Caitlyn were ready to do chef duties.  I was
famished by the time they put two huge platters of fried fish on the table.
Toby showed us how to pull out the back and belly fins leaving only the
backbone.  That was dinner - nothing but delicious little fried fish.  I
couldn't have wished for anything better and maybe the others couldn't
either.

   <><><>

   One evening, we built a fire in the big fire pit on the terrace and sat
around the roaring flames for hours.  The split-log benches I had made were
a little uncomfortable but nobody complained.  The night was cold but the
air was still.  We were all heavily dressed and wrapped in blankets, just
sitting, talking, laughing, and joking.  Iain had asked Aimee to put a
couple of songs on our tablets and we sang: "Who Threw the Overalls in Ms.
Murfree's Chowder and "Sit Down, You're Rocking the Boat." The Mouseketeers
kept standing up just before we got to "Sit Down" so we all yelled SIT
DOWN. I suppose we all felt a little strange, outdoors, under a night sky
with billions of diamonds, singing to the world when we were the only
inhabitants.

   <><><>

   Iain worked with us as the New World Chorus a couple of nights.  We
assembled in the lounge and stood grouped while Iain stood in front
directing us.  Aimee provided the music and we sang "You Are My Sunshine."
Iain said he wanted us to bounce it off the walls and we did.  Then we sang
"I Only Have Eyes for You." We had to do that holding hands and looking in
boy-girl eyes without laughing.  We finally succeeded.

   Under his direction, I had been practicing "Oh, What a Beautiful
Morning" from the musical Oklahoma.  I didn't think the song was ready but
he gave me a thumbs-up when I finished.  I liked the kiss of approval I got
from a certain woman more.

   Iain sang a couple of Irish songs for us: "Danny Boy" and "Will You Go
Lassie Go." I could have listened to his beautiful Irish tenor voice all
night.  He said he had learned them in a different lifetime and I suppose
we all knew what he meant.

   <><><>

   On one occasion the four Mouseketeers were in the lounge doing something
secretive.  Each time I walked past, they hid whatever they were working
on. When we called them for dinner, they came in the kitchen and lined up
in a row.  They all had on mini-loincloths, about one-fourth the size of
our regular ones, barely covering their private parts.  Their little
loincloths were held around their waists by strings.  But there were two
strings around each waist and I wondered why.  They turned around and we
saw why: each had a wolf tail hanging down over their crack, tied around
their waist by the other string.  It was a fine ending to another routine
day in paradise.

   <><><>

   Life wasn't all fun.  We started harvesting our olive crop.  We carried
blankets and flails to the olive tree grove, spread the blankets under a
tree, and then flailed and shook the hell out of the limbs.  Have you ever
done the Sanibel stoop, picking up seashells?  The olive stoop, picking up
olives, is much harder on the back.

   Over the course of three days, we did four trees, about one fourth of
the orchard.  Then we had the hard work of carrying backpacks full of
olives back home.  Each of us carried whatever we could for four trips.  We
packed some in brine, seawater that we had carried up the mountain, and
left the others to be pressed for oil.  That's a job for evenings or rainy
days.

   <><><>

   Once we had a very romantic evening in the center hallway.  With the
lights down low and Aimee playing quiet music, we danced cheek to cheek,
well, not quite when I was dancing with Caitlyn or Petra.  We had one extra
guy so one of us had to drop out for each song.  From the way everybody was
smiling and acting toward each other, I thought they were enjoying the
evening.  Then Iain called for waltzes and we managed a complete circle of
the hallway a couple of times.  When he called for a polka, we tried, at
least I did.  That effort soon broke up in laughter.

   <><><>

   Anna and I are encouraging everybody to continue with their education.
I'm studying primitive building techniques in preparation for constructing
a building on the mainland.  Anna is studying a medical school curriculum
and wants to become a doctor as well as a nurse.  Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn
are studying nursing with Aimee's knowledge base and under Anna's
direction. Iain and Caitlyn are pursuing musical studies and he wants to
help somebody else learn to play musical instruments.  He has completed
introductory physics and is beginning horticulture studies.  James and Toby
are almost through with sex classes and are still studying English and
spending lots of cold rainy days reading.  Pyotr and Petra are taking sex
instruction under Aimee's direction and also reading lots of books.  Anna
and I would also like to have time to read books on our tablets but we
always seem to be too busy.

   <><><>

   And that's what our life is like.

   <><><>

   On a sunny not-too-cold day, all of us worked on our garden site and had
a picnic outdoors.  The ladies gathered all the unburned limbs and other
debris, piled it over what remained of burned tree stumps, and started a
bunch of small fires.  At the same time, the guys leveled the garden area
by shoveling dirt against the tree trunks which were arranged like a
retaining wall.  I used a mattock to cut tree roots and to loosen the soil
so the others could shovel.  Anna and Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn use rakes to
help smooth the soil.  As usual James and Toby kept up a constant stream of
joking and laughing and the other two Mouseketeers joined in.

   We worked during the warmest part of the day and then climbed back up
the short distance to home.  It was a good work session and I was pleased
with the way everybody had pitched in to help.  From the way everybody
giggled and horsed around on the way back, I assumed they felt the same
way.

   We were all dirty and smelling of wood smoke so we all stripped in the
hallway and threw our dirty clothes in an unused bed chamber.  Then we had
a communal shower and I was pleased that everybody helped bathe someone
else with what seemed like real love and affection.  James and Toby didn't
even get hard-ons but their penises weren't far from it.

   We dressed in loincloths for our evening meal, leftovers from the
previous day.  James sliced two loaves of bread, Toby and Pyotr dressed it
with olive oil and grated cheese or garlic, they toasted it, and we ate
every crumb.

   Afterwards we sat around two tables in the kitchen talking and having
fun.  James wanted me to tell everybody what I had done as a soldier.  I
gave them an honest but slightly sanitized version.  However, I couldn't
avoid telling them about the jihadists I had killed.  I don't suppose the
twins had heard of my military service.  They were sitting there with open
mouths and bug-eyes.  I asked James to tell everybody how we killed the
bear and we had more bug-eyes.  Then Caitlyn changed the subject and wanted
Anna to tell everybody how we had met and fallen in love and I learned a
few things I didn't know about how she gradually surrendered to loving me.

   After that, I took Anna's hand to lead her to our bed chamber.  I wanted
to make love to her, not just have sex with her, not just fuck her, but
really to show her how much I loved her.

   We made a short detour to the toilet, separately, and then to the
bathing chamber, together.  We used washcloths on our hands and faces and
then, when we left, Anna took our wet washcloths with her.  I knew what
that meant: that she expected us to make a mess together.  I grabbed a
couple of dry ones.  I knew she wouldn't want to sleep with a wet one
between her legs.

   She wandered around our bed chamber brushing her hair for a while and I
knew better than to interrupt while she was counting.  I enjoyed watching
my naked wife getting ready for bed.  When she finished with her hair, she
brushed mine.  I sat there on the edge of the bed, looking up at her
beautiful breasts, looking down at the little split mound between her
thighs, covered now by short pubic hair since we had stopped using Nor.  I
counted while she gave my hair one hundred strokes.  It was down on my
shoulders now and I had thought of letting someone trim it but I liked it
long.  It felt good in cold weather and in hot weather I tied a strip of
cloth around my head to hold it back.

   After I counted one hundred, I put my arms around her, pulled her up
close to me, and put my face between her breasts.  I took a few deep
breaths and inhaled the clean womanly smell of her, then turned my head so
my cheek was pressed against her.

   "I love you, Anna," I whispered.  "I'm so glad you came to me and became
my wife.  When I first came here and I didn't know why and I didn't know
whether you would ever come to me, I was so depressed and miserable I
thought of killing myself.  Now, I hope I can live to be a hundred with you
beside me for all those years."

   She didn't say anything.  She put both hands on my head and pressed me
against her.

   "Would you let me love you tonight?" I asked.  "I want to do things that
please you.  I don't want you doing anything for me.  Just let me love
you."

   I looked up at her.  She was smiling down at me but there were tears in
her eyes.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.  "Why are you crying?"

   "There's nothing wrong, David," she answered.  "I'm not crying.  These
are happy tears."

   I wrapped my hands around her derriere and rolled with her back into the
bed alcove.  We ended up chest to chest and belly to belly with our faces
hardly an inch apart, both my arms around her, pulling her against me, hers
both around me, our legs interlocked.  I wasn't sexually aroused.  My penis
was warm and distended but what I felt didn't cause it to become erect.  I
shut my eyes, put my cheek against hers, and just held her as close to me
as I could.  If she felt the same emotions I did, we both wanted to be one
with each other in love and in our bed and in our home.

   I kissed the tip of her nose, kissed her all over her face, turned my
head at an angle, touched my lips to hers, and waited.  She turned to an
opposite angle, and, for a moment, we kissed like innocent children.  Then
she touched my lips with her tongue and I opened to her and quickly pushed
my tongue into her mouth.  She tried to catch it but I withdrew too fast.
Just as quickly, she stuck her tongue in my mouth and withdrew.  I tongued
her again and waited, ready.  When she reciprocated, I tried to suck her
tongue into my mouth.  She got away from me and giggled.  We played at
kissing for a minute or two and then that wasn't enough.  I gently pushed
her down on her back and she smiled up at me.

   I cupped one hand under her breast with my thumb on the nipple.  It was
already hard and pointed, not soft and almost flat like they are when she's
not aroused.  I thumbed the nipple a few times and then scooted down on the
bed and took it in my mouth.  I sucked gently, nothing urgent, like a baby
who's already got a belly full, and I let my hand wander down over her
ribs, over her flat stomach, until I felt the little patch of barely-there
soft pubic hair.  I stopped.  I wanted to tease her.  I didn't want to
hurry to my goal.

   I stroked up and down on the inside of her thighs, on skin that was
smoother and softer than any baby's butt.  She moaned almost inaudibly.  I
moaned back.  My hand moved closer and closer to her center but I didn't
want to touch her there yet.  I used just two fingers to stroke her labia
majora, her big lips, which enclose her labia minora, her little lips, her
nymphae, and extend downward and backward from her mons pubic to her
perineum.  I remembered the night she taught me those names for her good
parts and how we had giggled and played and then made love.

   My penis woke up and was interested in what I was doing.  I waited until
it was completely hard and then pressed it against her hip.  She put one
hand down and stroked it, pulling on it gently.  It was my turn to moan.

   I kept gently nursing at first one breast and then the other and she put
her hand behind my head and encouraged me.  Finally, with just one finger,
I stroked the little lips, just the lightest of touches.  She moaned again.
I moaned back and then, I couldn't help it, I snickered, giggled, chuckled,
what's the right word?  Finally I let my finger wander down as far as it
would go on her pussy, back to her vagina, eased it into her until I felt
her warm wetness, twirled it around a few times, and then brought it up
through her lips until I felt, where they come together, the little bump of
her clitoris.

   So I played with her for a while, my moving finger teasing from vagina
to clitoris with just the lightest of touches.  Each time my finger
wandered back to her vagina, it pushed into her a little deeper.  Then I
used two fingers, rubbing up and down, into her drooling vagina, up through
the little lips, now splayed to each side, to her still hidden but
accessible clitoris.  And all the while, I kept nursing at her breasts and
she kept moaning until I decided to do something else to please her.

   I moved down on the bed, tugged her legs apart, lifted them, knees
akimbo, reached up and grabbed a pillow, and when she lifted stuffed it
under her derriere.  I tried to lie down but, in the bed alcove, my legs
couldn't find room.  I lifted my calves straight up in the air and that
worked.  I reached under my belly, positioned my hard-on to be comfortable,
told it to wait a while, and then lowered my head.

   Even before my tongue touched her, I could smell her arousal, the scent
of a woman who is ready for her man's penis.  Then I licked her from her
perineum, up through the wide-spread lips of her pussy, on to her clitoris,
still hiding under its hood.  I knew that hers always stayed hidden and
just barely peeked out when the hood was pulled up.  I also knew that she
liked just the lightest of touches, preferably from my tongue, not my
finger, since that was almost too much on her sensitive button.  I knew
that I could bring her to orgasm with just my tongue licking her clitoris
and she also liked the additional feeling of my two fingers in her vagina.
She didn't like fast finger fucking.  She liked gentle ins and outs and
arounds and arounds.

   So I persisted at something I loved to do for her until she started
moaning continuously, until she reached down and put her fingertips on my
temples, until she cursed, "Oh, shit!" and shoved her pussy at my face,
until she grabbed two handfuls of hair, and tried to pull my head into her
vagina.

   I was horny as hell but I didn't want to be on top of her and let my
beast loose.  I wanted her to be on top of me and to choose what she
wanted. I moved up beside her, flopped on my back, held my penis straight
up with both hands and waited.  After a minute or so, she lifted her head,
looked at what I was offering, and smiled at me.  I smiled back.

   She roused herself from the little death, swung one long leg over me,
settled on her knees, and eased down on my waiting penis.  Without a word,
what was there to be said, she slowly sank down until all of my penis
disappeared into her.  Finally she groaned, a low guttural growl, and began
to move up and down.

   I held my hands up, fingers splayed, offering her something to hold
onto, and she laced her fingers through mine.  I shut my eyes and enjoyed
the feeling of the woman I loved moving up and down on my penis.  At first
she simply rode, up and down, and then after a while she added another
movement, a pelvic roll.  I knew that brought pressure on her clitoris and
she was one step closer to coming again.  Finally she whinnied, that's the
only word to describe the sound, and I felt her vagina clamp down on the
shaft of my penis.

   I had endured all I could.  I grabbed her by her hips, lifted her up a
few inches, and again and again shoved my penis into her as fast as
possible.  A split second later, my body erupted in an agonizingly
pleasurable spasm and that's when it happened again.

   I was not just me.  I was her and she was me and we were one.  I felt
our vagina clenching around our penis again and again and our semen was
ejected against our gasping cervix.  It lasted just seconds and then my
half separated from her half and we were two separate individuals again. 
It was good.  It was perfect.  It was what every man or woman strives for
when making love reaches its peak: to be one with their lover.

   She asked if we could roll over without letting my penis escape from her
vagina.  I was content to be on the bottom but if she wanted me on top I
didn't object.  I wrapped both legs around hers, my arms around her chest,
and we rolled and her vagina kept its grip on my penis.  We had to sort out
arms and legs again.  I put my forearms beside her so I could keep most of
my weight off her and put my legs together.  She wrapped her arms around my
chest, folded herself almost in half, and locked her ankles over my ass.  I
looked down at her smiling face and smiled back at her.

   In the afterglow, we lay there in our bed, me on top of her, wrapped up
in her arms and legs, and my semi-hard penis asking if it could stay in her
wet warmth.  I didn't feel any need to talk.  I felt we had said it all
with our bodies.  Then I started thinking about what we had done, how we
had shared our bodies and our love, and how I felt knowing I loved her and
she loved me.

   "What are you thinking?" she whispered.

   "About love, the way I feel about you.  A few nights ago I was thinking
about all the challenges we face in this world and I was apprehensive and
depressed about facing up to the responsibilities.  I was sitting on the
side of the bed, like tonight, and you came in here and I pulled you
against me and closed my eyes and you held my head against your breasts.  I
think I absorbed something from you and it was like something flowed out of
you and into me and I knew I could do anything with your love.  Does that
make sense?"

   "Yes, David, it makes perfect sense to me.  I can face this world with
your love."

   "I worry about the others, Anna.  I know everybody needs love and I try
my best to love James and Toby like a father.  Pyotr too.  Women are always
a mystery to me and I try to love Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole and Petra.  I
know one thing.  They need love just like men do."

   "What about Iain?  You didn't mention him."

   "I love him too, Anna, but I have a hard time sorting out my feelings
for him."

   "Why?  He's a very lovable young man."

   "Anna, I've kissed him a few times and each time I've wanted to let the
beast loose with him.  I've kissed James and Toby and it was just fun, just
sex play, but with Iain it's different.  With him, it's almost
overpowering, like I can't control it."

   "Do you mean you wanted to fuck him?"

   "I don't know.  I've always said I don't like anal sex, not with women,
especially not with men.  I don't know whether I want to fuck him or maybe
I want him to fuck me."

   "May I watch?"

   "Anna, don't joke about it.  I'm serious.  The way I love you is totally
different from the way I love Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole and even little
Petra. The way I love him is different from the way I love James and Toby
and Pyotr.  I've tried to sort it out, to understand it, but I can't."

   "David, know one thing.  I love you and I'm not going to stop no matter
what you do.  You're my man now, damn it, and you're going to give me a
bunch of children."

   "When can I start?"

   "Soon.  I think you're going to be a father before year two is over."

   "That's good.  I suppose you'll have to breast feed the little squealer;
won't you."

   "Of course, what else can I do?"

   "Well, if he doesn't get all your milk sometimes, would you let me have
a little."

   "David, you're bad."

   I was almost asleep when I heard her whisper.  "Yeah, you can have
some." She paused for a moment.  "David, after our last play party, I
stopped taking the birth-control pill."

   That woke me up.  "Did I just get you pregnant?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe.  I want you to make love to me every day until
the time for my next period.  Then we'll know."

   "Damn!  Me!  A father!"

   "Yeah, damn, and me a mother."

   "That scares me, Anna: creating a new life out of our love."

   "It scares me too, David, but I want it.  I want to have children with
you."

   She wiggled from side to side, moved her legs higher so that her locked
ankles were on my back with one heel on the crack of my ass, tightened her
arms around my chest, and settled down again.  My semi-soft penis remained
sunk to my balls in her pussy.

   Something occurred to me.  I lifted my head and looked down in her eyes.
They were grinning at me, if that's possible.  "Why did you want me to get
on top?"

   She giggled.  "You've given me a load of your semen and it's mine now. I
want that semen to stay puddled right there on my cervix so your sperm can
swim through and find my egg."

   "Is that why you want to be in this position?  To help you get
pregnant?"

   "Uh, huh."

   "Damn!"

   <><><>

   Our newest arrival came thirty-two days after the twins.  The first time
I saw her, sleeping peacefully in Aimee's lounge chair, I stood quietly and
marveled at the beauty of the young girl.  A few days later, I knew she was
the teenager from hell.

   Aimee called Anna and me very early that morning, telling us that the
girl had arrived, was sleeping peacefully, and was normal in her vital
signs.  I glanced at the clock as we were leaving our bedchamber and saw
that it was a little after five o'clock.  In Aimee's room, the young girl
was sleeping on her side, knees drawn up, arms crossed in front of her
chest, small breasts partially hidden.

   At first glance I guessed her age as the mid-teens.  I walked around
behind her, saw a little crease between her legs, and almost changed my
mind.  The little split mound was completely hairless with no inner lips
protruding.  There, she looked like a little girl not yet into puberty.

   Anna and I quietly continued to walk around her.  I was holding Anna's
hand as usual and we were both studying our newest family member intently.
Back in front of her, we both stood side by side, my arm over Anna's
shoulders, hips touching, just looking at the beautiful young girl.

   She was another tall thin girl, probably as tall as Jean-Nicole, taller
than Caitlyn.  Her hair was an unusual red color, almost bronze, and it was
long and tangled.  One little pink ear was showing.  Her face was peaceful
in sleep, long eyelashes, cute nose, red lips looking dry or chapped, and
small chin.

   There was one distinctive feature of her skin: she had freckles, lots of
them, thousands, and her milky white skin just made them more pronounced.
On her face, they stood out on her forehead but they were heaviest on her
cheeks just below her eyes.  They covered her shoulders and arms and chest
almost down to her breasts and then abruptly stopped.

   From her breasts on down, abdomen, thighs, calves, her skin was just
flawless and milky white with no freckles.  At the apex of her thighs, I
saw a pubic patch of bright-red hair and that seemed strange since the view
from behind of her vulva was so hairless.

   She moved one arm and I looked at her uncovered breast, small, perfect
with a faintly-pink areole and a little pinker nipple.  It looked like that
of a young girl a few years past the start of puberty.  I wanted to put my
mouth there and suck.

   Anna bumped me with her hip and smiled up at me.  "Get the blanket," she
whispered.

   I unfolded the blanket we kept in the room for female arrivals, handed
one corner to Anna, and we gently laid the blanket over her.  I stepped
back to let Anna awaken her.  She put her hand on the girl's shoulder and
gently shook her.

   "Shit!  Leave me th'fuck alone," the girl moaned.

   Oh, shit, I thought.

   Chapter Thirty-Six

   Shit!  Yes, shit!.  It's a universal expression of disgust.  During the
next few days, I probably used that expression a hundred times.  Her name
was Samantha, Sam for short, and she wanted to go home.  She hated
everybody.  She didn't want anything to do with us.  She wore a chemise
under her loincloth and frowned at anybody who looked at her.  She cried,
she sulked, she whined, she refused to cooperate, and, worst of all, she
absolutely refused to work.

   After she arrived, I carried her to the toilet, left her under the care
of the other females, and was already thankful to be free of her for a few
minutes.  I waited in the hallway, expecting to be called to carry her to
the bathing chamber, but she walked out with Anna and Jean-Nicole
supporting her.  They helped her to the bathing chamber and told us guys
that we wouldn't be welcome.

   Again, I didn't know what to do with her.  Her vital signs were good
and, except for being achy and sleepy, she had no complaints.  I stood in
the background with the other guys while Anna and the other females took
her back to Aimee's room, gave her a mild analgesic, and tried to talk to
her.  They soon gave up and helped her to a bed chamber to sleep.

   At lunch, I sent Caitlyn and Petra to check on her.  They came back
without her.  She was still crying, afraid, and couldn't be reasoned with.
They gave up and left her in bed.

   We were all sitting down to lunch, having another great meal of
spaghetti with deer-meat tomato sauce and fresh garlic bread when she found
us in the kitchen.  She stood looking at us for a few minutes.  Jean-Nicole
left the table, got a plate for her, filled it with spaghetti and bread,
and held it out toward her.  She took it, went to an empty table, and
started wolfing the food down.  Anna left her place, got a glass of water,
and took it to her.  She gulped it down.  She didn't say thank you to
either Anna or Jean-Nicole.

   After lunch, we all helped clean the kitchen, all, except for Sam.  She
hung her head and went out in the hallway.  When she didn't come back, I
asked Petra to check on her.  She returned and reported that she was in bed
crying again.

   That's the way things went for the next three days.  Anna tried to get
Sam to cooperate with us and she refused.  Caitlyn tried to talk to her and
was rebuffed.  Jean-Nicole asked her to sit with her at meals but she
ignored her and continued to sit by herself.  Petra tried to hug her and
was pushed away.  Before dinner time on the third day, I knew I had to give
her some tough love to make her change her behavior.  I talked to Anna and
she reluctantly approved the measures I suggested.

   At dinner, Sam came to the door to the kitchen in chemise and loin-cloth
again but found that she couldn't walk through.  I knew that Aimee was
generating an invisible barrier that was like a soft sponge.  I walked over
just inside the door.

   "What do you want, Sam?" I asked.

   "I want to eat," she whined.  "I'm hungry."

   "No, Sam, you won't work, you won't sit with us, and you won't respond
with kindness no matter what we do.  I've told Aimee to give you all the
juice you want but you can't have anything to eat.  If you won't work, you
don't eat.  Go to your room and cry if you wish."

   She ran down the hallway crying and, if she could have, I knew I would
have heard a door slam.

   She lasted a whole day.  The next day, we had a hearty stew for dinner
with fresh sourdough bread.  I asked Anna if she could direct the kitchen
aromas into Sam's bed chamber.  She could.  We had hardly taken our places
at the table when Sam appeared at the door, tried to enter, and found she
couldn't.  I walked over to the door and stood just inside.

   "What do you want, Sam?" I asked.

   "I want to eat," she whispered.  "I'll work."

   "Jean-Nicole is the head chef here," I said.  "You'll help her.  You'll
do whatever she tells you without arguing.  Understood?"

   "Yes," she said so low I could hardly hear her.

   "I want you to wash dishes tonight," I said.  "Will you do it?"

   "Yes."

   "Aimee, please let Sam in from now on.  If she works, I'll let her eat."

   James left his unfinished dinner and got a plate and bowl for her.  She
held them while he put bread on the plate and ladled stew in the bowl.  He
led her to the four Mouseketeer's table.  Toby moved over a place leaving
an open seat between him and James.  James waited until she was seated and
started devouring her food and then he got her a glass of water and sat
down beside her.

   The next day, a rainy day, Sam's attitude began to change.  After
morning chores, the four Mouseketeers didn't want to exercise; they wanted
to play dodge ball in the center hallway again.  We played in our usual
loin-cloths even though they hid nothing with everybody twisting and
dodging.  Sam as usual didn't want anything to do with the rest of us.  She
sat on a bench, in chemise and loincloth, silently unsmiling, watching as
the rest of us laughed and screamed and giggled and taunted the throwers.

   Toby and I were throwers and my first victim was James.  He took the
ball and I joined the crowd.  He didn't throw.  He just stood there looking
at us and then at Sam.  Finally he decided.  He walked over to her, grabbed
her by the hand, dragged her behind the throw line, and whispered to her.
She looked at him and, when he handed her the ball, she took it and he
joined the rest of us.  She threw, underhanded as Toby and I had done, and
nobody was hit.

   James whistled, held up his hand, and stopped the play.  He took the
ball from Toby, walked back to Sam, whispered to her again, mimicked
throwing overhanded, gave her the ball, and rejoined the crowd.  She threw
overhanded with more strength but we all dodged.  Again, same result. 
Again.  Then Anna, my love, my wife, knew what she should do.  She let Sam
hit her.

   Anna picked up the ball, walked behind the throw line, pushed Sam toward
the crowd, and waited.  Anna's eyes were squinted, her lips were clenched,
and I knew she was trying to look mean.  She tossed the ball in the air a
few times, caught it, and then quickly threw it - overhand.  Sam stayed
with the cavorting crowd for a while through a number of thrower changes
until she was hit.  She silently picked up the ball, walked behind the
throw line, and, eyes squinted, lips clenched, started throwing overhanded.

   I heaved a big sigh of relief.  Perhaps James and dodge ball could do
what I was unable to do.  James looked at me and smiled.  For the rest of
the day, we had five Mouseketeers.  Later that day, Anna and I talked to
Iain and Caitlyn and we came up with the plot.  Next I talked to James and
he grinned and approved the plan.

   That night we had an excellent dinner again.  Sam helped Jean-Nicole
prepare the meal and ate with the Mouseketeers.  Her chemise seemed to have
disappeared and she ignored the stares at her beautiful young breasts. 
After dinner, Jean-Nicole joined what I thought of as the adult table.  Sam
washed dishes, Petra rinsed and Pyotr racked.  When the kitchen chores were
done, Sam returned to the Mouseketeer's table.  Toby and James had left her
a seat in the middle.  She sat down but said very little while the other
trouble-makers laughed and talked and carried on their usual teen-age
nonsense.  Occasionally I saw a smile on her beautiful face.  I saw James
and Iain glancing at me and I nodded.  Iain stood up and made an
announcement.

   We had a dance party in the center hallway that night, slow dancing, boy
and girl together, holding each other, lights down low, good dance music
playing thanks to Aimee.  Anna and I partnered.  So did Caitlyn and Iain.
Petra and Pyotr.  That left Jean-Nicole, Sam, James, and Toby.  Toby and
Jean-Nicole settled it according to plan.  He asked her and she accepted.
James was left with Sam.  She smiled at him.

   I watched as they danced.  They were a beautiful young couple, even
sexy, dressed as we all were in a loin-cloth and moccasins, bare chested
and bare breasted.  When we started there might have been six inches
between his hard bare chest and her soft bare breasts.  That distance
slowly disappeared.  A few minutes later I saw them holding each other the
same way the rest of us were: bare breasts against bare chest.  James
caught me looking, nodded, and smiled broadly.  Anna and Jean-Nicole and
Caitlyn, as we had planned, led off with the next step: girl's head on
boy's shoulder.  I saw Sam smiling, eyes closed, resting her head on James'
shoulder.  I wondered if James was going to get a boner.

   We all danced quietly and slowly through a few more numbers.  Iain
caught my eye and raised his eye-brows.  I nodded.  He announced that the
next three dances were going to be waltzes and the rest of the night would
be more slow dancing.  I saw Sam protesting and James encouraging.  I knew
I wasn't very good at waltzing but with Anna in my arms I could be a great
dancer.  Aimee started with the Blue Danube and Anna and I led off waltzing
down one side of the hallway and back up the other.

   James finally convinced Sam to try.  She stumbled a few times but then
found her feet.  By the time they started back up the hallway, they were
dancing as one.  A few minutes later, they were almost flying and their
feet seemed hardly to touch the ground.  With the next waltz they were a
magical young couple, the stuff of fairy tales.  They moved as one with the
music, moccasined feet hardly touching the floor, looking in each other's
eyes, smiling at each other, and seemingly unconscious of any of the rest
of us.

   After that waltz, Anna and I dropped out and watched the others.  Then
Caitlyn and Iain dropped out too and watched the three remaining couples.
Toby and Jean-Nicole were beautiful together and were smiling at each
other. They were both evenly tanned with slim, beautiful bodies.  Even
though he was younger, Toby was a little taller.  Pyotr and Petra were
another beautiful young couple and so much alike in every way.  They were
smiling at each other too, quite evidently enjoying the dance.

   But James and Sam were pure magic.  They were smiling and looking in
each other's eyes.  They almost floated around the hallway, moving as one,
only the toes of their feet touching the floor.  I felt the same response
as I did when Iain sang: that I was seeing something so perfect, so
beautiful, so wondrous, that it seemed like a dream.  As they passed me, I
watched their faces and I don't think they were even aware of anyone else.
After the last waltz was over she kissed him on the cheek and smiled at
him.

   After the waltzes, Aimee lowered the lights until we were almost dancing
in the dark.  I had warmed James not to put his hands below her waist and I
suppose he didn't.  I saw them once pressed against each other front to
front, eyes looking at faces, chest to breasts, arms around waists, and
hardly moving.  With the last dance, James quickly kissed her on the mouth.
I was glad he could do what I suggested: hold everything in reserve and
wait for her to come to him.

   I felt a little guilty for leading the plot to bring James and Sam
together.  He had twice shown an interest in her.  Maybe he could be the
catalyst to help Sam join our family.

   When he arrived, James was as beautiful a young boy as I'd ever seen. 
In a short period, he had become a beautiful young man.  He was slim and
hard and muscular with wide shoulders and slim hips.  He was tanned all
over, not dark, just evenly tanned.  His fine dark hair had not been cut
since he arrived and now seemed always to fall in place to frame his
beautiful face.  As Iain and Toby and I did, he often tied a strip of cloth
around his forehead to keep his hair in place when he worked.  I knew he
wasn't my son but I felt something of a father's pride and love for him
anyway.

   Sam was a challenge.  I knew she was another precious resource for the
family and we had somehow to bring her into our fold.  Her beautiful
red-bronze hair was now always well groomed, curling down on her shoulders.
Her skin was milky white and the light red freckles on her face and
shoulders, almost down to her breasts, in my opinion, just added to her
beauty.  Her pubic mound was crowned by a small patch of curly hair the
same color as on her head.  In short, she was an exquisitely beautiful
young woman, just fifteen years old.  I hoped James would be successful in
his attempts to court her.  His bubbly happy personality would rub off on
anyone.

   After the dance party, we had five Mouseketeers.  Maybe it was six
because Jean-Nicole sometimes sat and talked with the five Mouseketeers and
sometimes with the two old married couples.

   Anna and Caitlyn finally managed to learn her story.  She was a very
unhappy teen, an only child from a dysfunctional family.  At fifteen, she
wanted to begin dating, at least in groups, but her father refused to let
her.  She suffered only mild physical abuse but the verbal abuse from both
parents was constant and painful.  She felt unloved and, like a lot of
young girls, thought she might find love with a boy even if she had to give
him sex for his love.

   She started group dating without her parent's knowledge, telling them
that she was going places with girls.  Her parents learned of her deception
and grounded her indefinitely.  They let her keep her cell-phone and she
talked endlessly on it, sometimes with girls, sometimes with a boy she knew
her parents didn't like.

   He invited her to a party and swore that there would be no booze or
drugs or sex.  She sneaked out and met him.  The party seemed to be
innocent until some of the other kids started sneaking off and smoking
something.  Then some of the boy-girl couples started, her words, hooking
up and going somewhere.  There were more boys than girls at the party and
she liked the attention the boys paid her.  She was offered a coke, drank
it, and then couldn't remember anything after that.  She regained
consciousness in Aimee's chair and felt she was having a horrible
nightmare.

   Anna questioned her carefully upon learning of her memory loss at the
party.  She swore that she had not had any unusual vaginal discharges and
had not felt sore.  She had been a virgin before the party and she said she
knew she still was.  Anna told her she was a nurse and talked Sam into
letting her do an exam.  She told me that she saw no evidence of sexual
contact and there was enough of a hymen to convince her that she had not
been date-raped.

   When asked if she wanted to start taking the contraception pill, she
eagerly acquiesced.  Aimee's pill required only a five-day waiting period
to be safe and five days had elapsed but she showed no interest in sex. 
She and James seemed to be developing a relationship but he said he
wouldn't push her into anything.  Anna and I tried to give him advice and
he listened.  He claimed that they were just friends.

   There was work that needed to be done to make our home more livable and
every few days Iain and James and I plotted some activity which would lead
to boy-girl couples at work.  James was eager to be the boy in a couple
with her.

   The first task we worked on was completing the covering for the terrace
from the front door to the gazebo.  I wanted the first part, immediately
out the door, to be relatively water proof so we could sit out there even
when it was raining.

   I borrowed a construction technique from the clay tiles used in many
European buildings.  We brought lots of large bamboo, as big as my thigh,
up the mountain and split them down the middle.  We constructed a framework
out of the large bamboo and then laid a first course of roofing bamboo with
the open side up.  Next we laid another course with the open side down,
straddling over two sides of the lower bamboo.  If my plans worked, the
roof would channel the rain water off toward where the potato beds were.

   The structure was attached to three sturdy trees and was, hopefully,
strong enough for us to hang three or four hammocks underneath it.  When
warm weather came, I had visions of couples in hammocks enjoying the warm
breeze that usually came up the mountain.

   For the rest of the shelter, we wanted just to provide shade without
making the top water proof.  We laid small bamboo on top this time, cut to
length but not split, and alternated big and little ends.  The sun peeped
through between the poles but the terrace underneath was largely shaded.

   The ten of us all eagerly worked at the building task and I had to give
only a little direction.  James took Sam in tow, watched out for her, and
made sure she did at least a little real work.  When Jean-Nicole stopped
working outdoors and went in to prepare our meal, she asked Sam to help and
James went in too.  After two days of hard work, we decided to take a day
off for play.

   The next day we prepared a big picnic lunch and then went down the
mountain.  Our first stop was a visit with Lightning and his family.  Sam
was as enthralled with the creatures as all of the rest of us had been. 
James helped Sam get Lightning and Thunder to perform and she squealed with
delight when they ran around the rock and then stood up and begged for
their treat.  Lucky barked a couple of times when the chipmunks were being
treated so James gave his treat to him.  Then James let Sam give out the
treats.  She squealed when Lucky licked her open palm to get his treat.

   When treats were over, Lucky barked at Lightning and Thunder and soon he
was running from them.  When they stopped chasing him, he barked until they
resumed running around in circles chasing him.  Something new happened. 
Lucky let Lightning and Thunder catch him.  He rolled over on his back,
wiggled and panted, open mouth, tongue hanging out, and the chipmunks
attacked him repeatedly but never seemed to hurt him.

   We visited the bamboo groves and cut down some of the largest to dry.  I
asked James and Toby and Pyotr to find us some smaller bamboo poles to use
for fishing and the six Mouseketeers started searching and cutting and
dragging them back to the clearing.  James, Toby, and Pyotr were the
cutters; Sam, Jean-Nicole, and Petra were the draggers.  I watched James
cut and then smile at Sam and hand the big end to drag the bamboo out of
the thicket.

   We stopped at the lake for a few minutes and just wandered around
looking at the rock formations, the huge trees, and, at one end, the
waterfall where four of us had fished after Toby arrived.  I told them I
wanted to bring a fishing party to the lake and let couples work together
as they fished.  I watched James as he asked Sam to be his fishing partner.
Toby didn't mind losing his exploration buddy.  He asked Jean-Nicole to
partner with him.

   We visited the hidden beach, David's Beach, for our picnic.  The water
was too cold and nobody wanted to try playing in it.  We spread blankets on
the sand behind some huge boulders, in the sun but out of the wind, and
enjoyed a fine picnic meal.

   Going back up the mountain later that afternoon, we had five couples
walking hand in hand most of the way.  Occasionally we sang as we walked.
You Are My Sunshine was sung three times, as loud as possible each time. 
At the few rocky spots in the path, the males were especially courteous in
helping the females.

   That night, we had another fine meal together.  Afterwards Jean-Nicole
sat with us and watched Sam wash dishes, James rinse, and Toby rack.  I
listened to the happy chatter from the three workers and hoped we had
solved another problem.

   The next two days were spent constructing an irrigation system for our
new garden.  We dug a channel from a stream farther up the mountain all the
way down to the garden and installed gates to divert the water from the
stream into the channel and to regulate the low.  At the garden end we dug
small trenches to carry the flow to the different garden areas.  Both days
were cold but the work warmed us up and nobody complained.

   I had in mind using the largest bamboo as pipes to carry the water.  If
it worked, the bamboo could be placed in the small trenches.  We left that
task for another day.  I was satisfied to have the willing help of everyone
else.  I wished someone else could develop the strength to wield the
mattock cutting roots.  Iain and James and Toby tried but they just didn't
have the shoulder and arm strength I had.  Jean-Nicole left early each day,
taking Sam and Petra with her to prepare a hot meal for us.  Then she
remembered that she needed James to help too.

   Again I was pleased after a couple of days of work with everybody doing
what they could to help and occasionally breaking out in happy songs.  Iain
knew the effect that songs could have as we worked.  I gave him my thanks
for a job well done.

   On two different nights, The New World Chorus, conducted by Iain,
practiced a new song we were learning.  It was from an old musical called
The Happiest Girl in the World.  Iain liked it especially because all the
music was classical stuff taken from the works of Jacques Offenbach.

   The lyrics first said that the happiest girl in the world is the last
one who kissed you good night.  In a reprise it said it was the one who had
breakfast with you and, in another, it said it was the one who was blessed
with your love.  Sometimes the lyrics changed girl to man.  In places I
sang solo and in others I sang a duet with Anna.  Sometimes the entire
chorus sang.  We signed off the second night with our favorite, "You Are My
Sunshine," sung as loud as possible.  Sam wasn't the least big reserved in
singing that.  I saw James holding her hand.

   Iain says I have a rich deep baritone voice that is beautiful,
especially when a woman like Anna is singing soprano at the same time.  I
like singing with the others just for the fun of it but also because of the
feeling of togetherness and camaraderie it evokes.  The others seem to feel
the same way.  They are always happy to be singing together.

   We spent another two days harvesting and hauling olives.  The guys
flailed and yanked the limbs.  Pyotr did his best and let Anna or
Jean-Nicole use his flail part of the time.  The girls did the picking up
until we finished flailing three trees and then we all picked up.

   I noticed that James seemed to be watching out for Sam and was usually
ready to help her.  Toby also seemed to be looking out for Jean-Nicole.  It
made me wonder if we were seeing the initial stages of courtship.  Pyotr
and Petra were usually close together.  Of course, Iain watched out for
Caitlyn and I did the same for Anna.

   I knew that Sam had moved in with Jean-Nicole and that James and Toby
were still together in their bed chamber.  As far as I knew Sam was still a
virgin and James wasn't pushing her to change that.  Toby seemed to like
spending time with Jean-Nicole and, in spite of a little age difference,
they made a good looking couple.  Toby was already a little taller than she
was and they were both slim and attractive.  I made a bet with Anna that
before another month passed, James and Sam would be in the same bedchamber
and Toby would be in one with Jean-Nicole.

   Flailing and yanking the limbs of the olive trees and then picking up
the olives was hard work.  Carrying them back up the mountain was perhaps
tougher.  We used backpacks again, two for the four oldest guys, and one
for Pyotr and the five women.  Again, I saw how James watched out for Sam
and called a break when she needed one.  Toby was the same way with
Jean-Nicole.  I couldn't help but smile.  If that wasn't courtship, I
didn't know what was.

   We had constructed some bamboo storage bins to hold the olives until we
got around to pressing them.  That was a task for really cold days or rainy
ones.  We pressed some one night and called the oil from the first pressing
extra virgin.  Then we pressed the same olives again and got more oil.  The
extra virgin was to be used for salads and such.  The other was to be used
for frying.

   One night, Anna and I were in our bed chamber getting ready for bed. 
She was brushing her hair and I was sitting on the side of our bed
watching. When she finished her hundred strokes, she came to me and brushed
my hair until she was satisfied with it.  She started to put her hairbrush
away but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back between my legs.  I turned
my face to one side, put my cheek against her breasts, closed my eyes and
relaxed.  Anna put her hands on my head and held me against her softness. I
was content to be held in her love for a moment.  She knew I loved doing
this and was always welcoming.

   "David, we have company," Anna whispered.

   I opened my eyes and looked at the door.  Pyotr and Petra were there,
holding hands, looking at us.  He immediately apologized for bothering us,
said the door was open, and they wanted to talk with us.

   I crawled back in the far corner of our bed alcove.  Anna crawled in and
settled down next to me.  She patted the bed and Pyotr and Petra knew that
was an invitation.  They crawled in the bed in mirror positions to us.

   "What were you doing, Anna?" Petra asked.  "I mean just now when you
were holding David's head next to your chest?"

   "David just needed to be loved, Petra," Anna said.  "A man is sometimes
like a little boy or maybe a baby.  He likes for a woman to hold his head
next to her breasts and stroke his hair or cheek.  I was just loving him.

   I wanted to add to her explanation.  "Petra, Anna's my other half.  No
matter how hard the day, how frustrating things have been, when she holds
me like that, it seems I can feel her love flowing over me and that makes
everything else disappear.  I know you and Pyotr love each other but
someday you're going to find another young man to love.  I hope you'll show
him your love the way Anna shows me."

   Nobody said anything until Anna asked what they wanted.  Petra hesitated
and Pyotr answered for her.

   "I guess we've got a problem, Anna," he said.  "Petra's not happy
sometimes with what I do when we have sex.  She says she's not satisfied
like I am.  She says she does it because she loves me and wants me to be
happy but sometimes...she doesn't...she doesn't enjoy it like I do."

   "Are the two of you doing OK with your sex classes with Aimee," I asked.


   Two nods.  "We're up to the basics of intercourse now," Petra said.

   "Has Aimee shown you any movies yet?" Anna asked.  "She can show you a
beautiful movie of a couple almost as young as you are making love.  I've
seen it and it's a great way to demonstrate loving sex."

   "She says we're almost ready for the movie," Pyotr said.  "She says it's
like a reward if we do our lessons."

   "Petra, Pyotr, there are a few couples here who regularly make love," I
said.  "Anna and I are one.  So are Caitlyn and Iain.  I think Jean-Nicole
and maybe Toby do it too.  I know sometimes either James or Toby had sex
with her but now I think James is waiting for Sam.  Can you talk to all of
the couples and tell them the same thing you've told us?"

   Two nods.

   "Pick one couple, the one you both are most comfortable with, and ask
that couple your questions.  Listen to what they recommend.  Ask if they
will show you what they do.  Then you two can do the same thing.  Maybe you
both can learn from the experience."

   "Men are always quicker to be satisfied," Anna said.  "Women are slower.
With good communication and patience, a man can usually satisfy his woman
if he really loves her."

   "Would you and Anna show us?" Petra asked.

   "No, Petra, not immediately anyway," Anna said.  "You should talk to all
three couples first.  Tell them the problem.  Listen to what they say. 
Then choose a couple to demonstrate for you.  Listen first, do it later."

   "Are you and David going to do it tonight?" Pyotr asked.

   "We don't do it every night, Pyotr," Anna said.  "We've worked hard
today and we're both very tired.  I think we just want to hold each other
and go to sleep tonight."

   "Would you let us sleep with you tonight?" Petra asked.  "I like it when
Pyotr holds me while we sleep.  I liked it when David held me."

   Anna turned her head and looked at me.  I nodded.

   In bed, Anna moved back against the far wall and Pyotr crawled in and
backed up into her welcoming arms.  I motioned for Petra to get in next and
then I spooned up to her.  I liked to sleep on the protective outside of
our bed.  The twins were face to face about a foot apart.

   "David, I'd like for us to talk to the all the couples and maybe watch
one couple making love and then follow their example," Petra said.  "Do you
really think Jean-Nicole and Toby would be good teachers?  She's older than
him and he's not much older than we are."

   "Talk to Jean-Nicole," Anna said.  "I know she thinks Toby is a
wonderful lover, as good as any woman can want.  He came here as a virgin
and he's learned his lessons well."

   "Well, could we all get together again and maybe we could watch
everybody else and I could learn to do it right," Pyotr asked.

   "Let's delay that a while," I said.  "We need to see what happens
between Sam and James first.  Maybe sometime in about a month or so."

   That seemed to satisfy them.  Petra pushed her little rump back against
me and I put my arm over her and stroked her hair.  I looked and Anna was
doing the same thing with Pyotr.  He had his eyes closed and there was a
contented smile on his face.

   <><><>

   The next day, Aimee's morning weather report said that the day would be
cool in the early morning and unusually warm with sunshine and high
humidity in the afternoon.  I reluctantly decided that we should have a
work day outdoors doing something that Anna had asked, begged, pleaded, and
cajoled me to do.  At breakfast, I announced that I was going to be
sweeping leaves off the terraces after lunch and everyone was welcome to
join me.

   The ones who provisioned our home had not put any brooms in our tools
storeroom.  There were garden rakes but they were useful in raking soil,
not in sweeping leaves.  Anna wanted brooms.  We had made twenty by
collecting broom sage and fastening it around bamboo poles.

   James and Toby took charge.  James lined us all up in the center
hallway, Jean-Nicole first with a reserved spot beside her for Toby, behind
her Sam with a place for him, Petra and Pyotr, Iain and Caitlyn, with me
and Anna bringing up the rear.  Toby passed out brooms.  They called for
Aimee to play the hi ho song and we all marched outside singing "Hi ho, hi
ho, it's off to work we go," at the top of our lungs.  I wondered, if there
had been someone standing outside when we emerged, what they would have
thought at the sight.

   Fall leaves and small limbs were all over the four terraces and had
collected in numerous nooks and crannies.  I didn't assign any particular
area to anyone but we all spread out and started sweeping.  I did ask them
to sweep toward one area where we could dump the leaves over the side of
the lowest terrace into the mulch pile where I intended to plant potatoes
in about a month.

   With a lot of leaves and a lot of terrace space, we had a big job to do.
Shortly after we began, I started sweating and took off my tunic.  The next
time I looked around, everybody was sweeping wearing just a chemise.  After
that, the chemises started disappearing.

   I stood for a moment looking at the crew, all bare breasted and bare
chested, looking especially at the ones bare breasted.  What man wouldn't
look at five pairs of beautiful breasts?  Nurse Anna caught me.  She
prescribed sunshine to relieve winter doldrums and we quickly had ten naked
workers, well, wearing moccasins at least.  Then Iain yelled for Aimee to
provide us with music: marches.  Everybody swept faster and we soon had ten
naked sweating workers.

   When we finally finished, James and Toby made us all line up two by two
again, naked, clothes under one arm, broom over the shoulder.  They called
for Aimee to play the hi ho song again and we all marched inside singing
"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off from work we go," as loud as we could.  The song
didn't stop until the communal shower started.

   It was just another wonderful day in paradise.

   <><><>

   We had our second naked wrestling match one cold rainy afternoon.  James
and Toby were the wrestlers.  I was the referee.

   We filled in the floor of one of the bedchambers with mattresses, used
the three sleeping alcoves as spectator spaces, and put on a rather lengthy
wrestling match for the crowd.  Aimee called three minute rounds for us and
our young adversaries lasted for eight rounds.  James and Toby provided the
fans with a good show, both slippery with sweat before it was over, both
with good-size boners flopping around for the ladies enjoyment.  I
officiated, naked too.  I didn't quite get a boner but I suffered some
serious swelling.  I resisted the urge to grin at how ridiculous the whole
match was.  James won and grinned when I raised his arm in the air like a
real victor.  Toby was gracious and stood there quietly beside us, head
hanging down.

   Of course, the whole match, like wrestling matches in our old world, was
faked.  I didn't really have to convince James and Toby to do it.  When I
proposed it, James smiled and I knew he understood that the match was
really for the benefit of a certain young lady.  Toby grinned evilly and
asked only that the match last until they worked up a sweat before he lost.
I didn't ask them to develop hard-ons but I thought that was a good touch.
They both told me afterwards that the boners just happened.

   After the match was over, Toby went to the alcove where Jean-Nicole was
sitting.  He grinned at her and she played her role perfectly.  She quickly
moved to sit beside him, kissed him on the cheek, and held his hand while
he rested.  Anna had easily talked her into helping with the plot.  In
fact, she loved it.

   James staggered over to the alcove where Sam was sitting.  He sat down
on the edge of the alcove, rather exaggeratedly wiped the sweat off his
face, flexed his muscles a few times, pretended a little pain in one
shoulder, and Sam crawled up beside him, smiled at him, kissed him on his
sweaty cheek, and held his hand.

   Then Toby surprised me with something I had not asked him to do,
something that wasn't part of our plan.  He quietly walked to the center of
the mattresses, dropped to his knees, lowered his butt to his feet, bent
over, put both hands behind his head, put his head down on the mattress,
and then pulled himself into a rounded heap with his naked back and
buttocks showing.

   I looked around and everybody was watching him, probably wondering as I
was what he was doing.  He remained motionless for a while and then began
slowly to unfold.  When he stopped, he was supported on his spread hands
and spread feet with his back still a rounded arch, his face looking down
at the mattresses.

   He lifted one leg, began to swing it around, and I saw the other muscles
in his body tense.  Suddenly he flipped, that's the only way to describe
it, and his head was now looking up.  He was in an arch again, supported on
his spread hands and feet but with his belly up and his face looking up. 
His still-hard penis was pointing up at an angle over his lower belly and
his testicles drooped low between his thighs.  I was about to cheer when he
started moving.

   He moved until his hands and feet were closer together, put his hands on
his ankles, his calves, his thighs, his butt, and then straightened up and
stood tall.  He lifted his chin, looked around, found James, stuck his
tongue out at him, and then returned to Jean-Nicole.

   James started the cheering and clapping and it swept over the rest of
us. I looked at him.  He grinned at me and nodded.  I knew he knew what
Toby was going to do after he lost.

   On impulse, I did something else unplanned.  I walked first to James and
then to Toby, took them both by the hand, led them to the center mattress,
and raised their hands together.  The cheering and clapping was almost
deafening.

   I hoped that would help solve our problem.  I hoped that sleeping
arrangements would be reshuffled soon and James would be able to lure his
admirer into his web, I mean, his bed.  If Jean-Nicole let Toby keep her
company, we would have five good sleeping arrangements.

   Anna took me to the showers after the show was over.  I had only one
question for her.  "Do you think it will work?" She grinned and nodded. 
Later that night, in our bed chamber, she was especially enthusiastic. 
Perhaps naked wrestling is a good aphrodisiac.

   <><><>

   One night, the Mouseketeers, James, Sam, Toby, Jean-Nicole, Petra and
Pyotr, the four, five, or six of them, were doing who-knows-what in the
lounge and giggling and laughing at it.  The other four of us, Anna and me
and Caitlyn and Iain, were sitting around a table in the kitchen.  Iain and
I were on one side and Anna and Caitlyn were on the opposite side.  We
routinely met together and we usually talked about anything anyone brought
up.  Anna introduced a new subject.

   "Iain, David tells me he has difficulty understanding his relationship
with you.  How do you feel about him?"

   Iain looked at me for a minute or so.

   "He's not the only one who has difficulty understanding our
relationship, Anna," he said.  "I do too.

   He looked at Caitlyn but didn't say anything.

   "Iain," she said.  "It's OK.  You know how I struggled learning to love
you.  I know I love you and I know you love me.  I'm not going to think
badly of you no matter what."

   He looked at nothing for a moment and I could tell he was trying to
organize his thoughts.  Finally, he smiled slightly and asked.  "Would you
all do a little mental exercise with me?"

   Once we had all nodded or said yes, he lifted his hand and, with one
finger, punched at a spot on the edge the table immediately in front of
him.

   "There's a point," he said.

   He lifted the other hand about a meter away and repeated the motion.

   "There's another point," he said.

   We waited and I suppose we were all wondering what he was talking about.

   "Connect the points with a straight line," he said and waited.

   "Now make one of the points black and the other white.  Let the straight
line gradually fade from black to white or gradually darken from white to
black."

   He looked at the point under his right finger, swept his eyes toward the
point under his left, turned his head back toward the point under his
right, and then waited for a few seconds for us to construct the mental
picture.

   "That is a continuum," he said.  "C O N T I N U U M.  There are lots of
continuums in our lives.  Two extremes but the middle neither black nor
white.  Let us construct another one."

   Again, he touched the table in from of him with two fingers about a
meter apart and gave us a little time to think.

   "On one end of the continuum, let's put homosexuals.  That's either
people who prefer male with male sex or female with female sex."

   That got more than one grin out of us.  I wondered where the hell he was
going with this.

   "On the other end, let's put heterosexuals.  That's people who prefer
male with female sex."

   He waited again.  "David, put your finger about in the middle of mine."

   I did.  "What do you call people like that?" he asked.

   Caitlyn surprised me.  "Bisexuals?"

   "I suppose," he answered.  "Now hang on to what you've got because this
is about to get more difficult."

   We all nodded and waited.  He moved his two fingers across to the
opposite side of the table.

   "I'm extending the continuum line backwards to represent the passage of
time, the lifetime of an individual.  Let your continuum have two
dimensions and become a square."

   He put his forearms across the table, palms standing on their sides, to
represent a square.

   I couldn't suppress a smile.  This was getting interesting.  I looked at
Anna and Caitlyn and saw the same smiling attentiveness.

   "Now, Anna, draw a crooked line across the table from my left hand,
past, homosexual, to my right elbow, present, heterosexual.  What do you
call a person with that life line?"

   She drew the line but I answered for her.

   "Normal," I said.

   "Perhaps," he said.  "David, you just told me that you think that in
youth people sometimes have homosexual relationships but that as they age
they tend to have heterosexual relationships.  Is that correct?"

   "Yes."

   "Caitlyn, draw all sorts of squiggly wavering lines between my arms from
the far side of the table to the near side.  What should we call people
like that?"

   "Damned if I know," Anna answered.  "Probably normal." I could have
echoed her.

   "OK, now hang on again because this is about to get more difficult.  We
just looked at a square with homosexual on one side and heterosexual on the
other and time represented by the length of the life line."

   He lifted his forearms in the air about a half-meter above the table.

   "Now we have a box, a square but with an added dimension.  What am I
going to put on the extra dimension?  It's another continuum, this time a
vertical continuum.  What are its two extremes?"

   He sat there with his arms in the air and waited for someone to answer
him.  Anna did.

   "Love and sex," she said.

   He beamed at her.  "Which shall I put on top of the box and which one
shall I put on the bottom?"

   I knew the answer.  "It doesn't matter."

   "Correct," he said.  "Let's put love on top purely for convenience.  Top
of the box is now pure love with no sex.  Bottom of box is now pure sex
with no love."

   He waited again for all of us to nod.

   "Give me an example of two individuals, heterosexual, who are on top of
the box at any one point in their lives."

   I had to think hard for that one.  "An elderly married couple, one of
whom has Alzheimer's."

   "A great deal of love holding them together but no sex," Anna said.

   "But within their lives, the love-sex life line they drew was more sex
at places and more love at others," Iain said.  "Would you agree?"

   I knew the answer.  "Sure.  They might have started almost at the bottom
of the box with just sex and then moved up to the middle with both love and
sex for years and then moved up to just love in old age."

   "That's right.  Now I want to make it even more difficult," he started.

   "Wait a minute," I said.  "Aimee, would you please make a recording of
Iain's presentation suitable for me to review.  This is fascinating stuff
and I want to review it and think about it later.

   "Yes, David, I will record Iain's presentation," she answered from above
us.  "You may review it either by asking me to replay it on my monitor or
on your tablet.  I find it fascinating too and I want to review it.  I like
to try to understand all of you."

   "Thank you, Aimee," I said and nodded to Iain.

   "What we have been considering is a myriad of objective facts.  If we
could examine the sex-love life line of a couple, it will be an objectively
measurable fact whether they had sex to mutual orgasm on a certain night
when on their honeymoon.  Correct?"

   "Well, it wasn't our honeymoon but it was the first time we were
together in the Ponderosa Inn in Flagstaff," Anna said.

   "Objective facts can always be measured and verified," Iain said.  "Two
observers seeing the fact will always have the same opinion or conclusion.
So will ten or one hundred.  A fourteen year old boy masturbates
twenty-seven times within a five day period.  A sixteen-year old boy gets
his first blow job after a high school dance.  A couple make love to
orgasm, for him, seven times in one day."

   Anna looked at me.  I didn't remember telling Iain that.  "Well, I think
she had more orgasms than I did." Anna hit me on my thigh.

   "Now I want to introduce something new and different.  It's another
continuum.  Good or bad.  Sinful or divine.  Evil or virtuous.  Place the
two antonyms on the extreme points of a continuum.  Can we fit this into
our model?  Perhaps the middle of the continuum could be indifferent.

   He got a lot of confused stares.

   "David, look in the box at the sex/love line of the old married couple
where the wife has Alzheimer's.  The husband goes in the bathroom and
masturbates about once a week.  Good or bad?"

   "I think I see where you're going with this, Iain," I answered.  "You're
asking me to make a subjective evaluation of an objective fact.  If I
answer, it will be simply my opinion.  Anna's may be quite different."

   "Anna, suppose a husband and wife have intercourse resulting in
simultaneous orgasms.  Good or bad?"

   "That's subjective, Iain.  If you're talking about me and David, that's
very good.  That's when we become one."

   Caitlyn looked at Anna frowning.  I remembered Iain saying he had
experienced it with her.  I wondered if she understood what Anna meant.

   "Caitlyn, a man has anal intercourse with a woman and reaches orgasm. 
Good or bad."

   "I don't know, Iain.  Did she like it?  Did she want him to do it?  Did
she hate it?  Did he rape her?  It depends."

   "OK.  What I'm trying to describe is an objective fact which will be
placed on a continuum at different points ranging from good to bad by
different individuals with different viewpoints and depending on their
knowledge of the circumstances.  Do all of you understand?"

   "I need to think about it," I said.  Anna and Caitlyn nodded.

   "Now, here's something personal.  It's a given fact that I've kissed
David right cheek, left cheek, mouth.  Good or bad?

   He got three answers and they were all the same.  "Good."

   "OK.  Here's another objective fact on the sex/love life line for me and
David.  He has performed oral sex on me and swallowed my semen.  I've done
the same thing and swallowed his.  Good or bad?

   He got some quizzical stares from two women.

   "It was before either of you arrived, when the only ones here were me
and James and David."

   He got a smile from Anna.  I had told her about it.  From Caitlyn's
frown, I guessed that he had not told her.

   "Here's another objective fact.  David and I have kissed a few times and
we both got hot and bothered and wanted more and maybe one of us was about
to be fucked.  Good or bad?

   I smiled and I suppose my smile admitted that he was telling the truth.

   He continued.  "The point I'm trying to make is that the love-sex life
line for any couple will contain objective quantifiable facts.  When
someone else tries to evaluate those facts, he can only render a subjective
opinion based on his or her personal perspective.  Where does he stand when
he looks at the box?"

   He gave us a little time to absorb that idea and then continued.

   "A teen's perspective may be different from an old person's.  A
clergyman's from a ditch digger's.  A man's from a woman's.  Do you agree?"

   He got three nods.

   "I'm about to give up on this mental exercise," he said.  "It's a fact
that David and I have performed oral sex on each other to orgasm at least
once.  It's also a fact that we've kissed like lovers a couple of times. 
It's also a fact that he's never fucked me and I've never fucked him.  I
love David and I'm not ashamed of it.  From my viewpoint, that's a fact.  I
believe he loves me too."

   He sat there and looked at me, Anna, and then Caitlyn.

   "Iain, where did you learn to analyze something like this so well?" I
asked.  "You've given me something that I can ponder for days or years."

   "Don't they teach it in your schools, David?" he answered.  "All
children need to be taught how to think."

   I had something I wanted to say.  "Just because we love each other and
we're sexually attracted to each, that doesn't mean we're going to go any
further with each other.  We've both got to think about the others who are
here and whether what we do will hurt them or make them respect us less. 
If Iain fucks me, what will Caitlyn think?  Will she feel that the love she
gives Iain is not good enough?  If I fuck Iain, what will James think?  The
reverend fucked him and he hated it and blew up the reverend with natural
gas.  Will it affect his feelings toward me, that I'm sort of like a father
to him but really I'm a hypocrite?  We don't exist in a vacuum.  Our
love-sex life lines intersect with others." I paused for a moment.  "Now do
you see why we have difficulty figuring out what to do in our
relationship?"

   "You could be sexually attracted to a knot hole in a tree, Davood," Anna
said, and grinned.  "I don't care.  I love you anyway"

   "I love you too, Iain," Caitlyn said.  "Please don't start fucking knot
holes.  Fuck me."

   "David, the only perspectives that should matter in your love sex life
lines are yours and his," Anna said.  "I know you've never fucked another
man and no one has ever fucked you.  You've told me it's never interested
you; is that right?"

   "Yeah, but now I wonder.  I want to do something with Iain and I don't
even know what it is."

   Caitlyn spoke up.  "Well, why don't the two of you let the others here
see you and Iain kissing each other?  I mean, really kissing.  If you feel
like you love each other, why not let your beasts loose?  See how they
react.  Maybe it won't change anybody's perspective of you or Iain.  Maybe
they will understand the love you two share."

   "I don't think that will solve the problem, Caitlyn," I said.  "When I'm
with Anna, even if we're not having sex but especially then, I feel like
what we're doing is something spiritual, something sacred.  I know my life
is linked to hers and will be forever linked to our children in the future.
I don't feel that way with Iain.  I know I love him but not the way I love
Anna."

   "You're being eloquent again, Davood," Anna said.

   "Yes, Mama, I'll be good."

   "Well, that's all I've got to say for tonight," Iain said.

   Caitlyn leaned over to Anna with her hand cupped around her mouth and
whispered.  Anna smiled and stood up.  They held hands and led the way from
the kitchen to Iain's and Caitlyn's bed chamber.  I shrugged, took Iain's
hand, and we followed.  Anna and Caitlyn lost their loincloths just inside
the door.  Iain and I looked at each other and dropped ours.  I looked
down. H didn't have a hard-on but it looked ready.  I looked at mine. 
Same.

   Caitlyn crawled in their bed alcove first and held out her arms.  Iain
turned my hand loose and started to crawl in with her.  Anna beat him to
it. She crawled on top of Caitlyn.  Caitlyn smiled at her, wrapped her arms
and legs around her, and they kissed like lovers.  Iain and I watched for a
moment.  Anna stopped, looked back at us, and smiled.  Caitlyn patted the
bed next to them and smiled.

   Why not, I thought.  I looked at Iain.  Who was going to be bottom?  He
decided he was.  He crawled in and held out his arms to me.  I squirmed on
top of him and he wrapped me up with his arms and legs.  I looked down at
his face for a moment, dipped my head for a quick lips-to-lips kiss, and
then raised back up.  I saw Anna and Caitlyn both watching.  I closed my
eyes, lowered my head, and kissed Iain again.  Moments later we both had
our mouths open and our tongues were playing.  Moments later, I felt an
urgency to do more.  I wanted to let my beast loose.  I began to slide my
erection up and down against his.  I felt my testicles dragging over his
balls and his hard-on.  I wanted to love him completely and I knew it.  I
just didn't know how to do it.

   I lifted my head and Iain and I looked to the side.  Caitlyn had one arm
over Anna's back and one hand behind her head.  Anna had one hand on
Caitlyn's breast.  Anna's hips were rubbing and thrusting against Caitlyn.
They stopped, looked at us, and both smiled.

   I scuttled downward over Iain, held his penis straight up, and took it
in my mouth.  I sucked on it, licked it, moved my lips up and down on it,
licked from his balls up the shaft, took the head in my mouth again, and
started over.  He put both hands on my head and pressed down.  I resisted
and shook my head.  He moved his hands to my shoulders.

   When I looked up again, Anna had her face between Caitlyn's thighs.  A
pillow bent in half was under Caitlyn's hips.  I watched Anna's pink tongue
licking up, long slow licks, between Caitlyn's thighs.  Caitlyn squirmed.

   I shut my eyes and opened my mouth to Iain's dick again.  I tried to
suck his milkshake semen up his dick straw.  He groaned.

   Anna slapped me on my butt.  Swap?  I was agreeable.  We swapped places,
paused in the middle long enough to exchange an open-mouthed kiss, and then
settled down with different partners.  I watched long enough to see Anna
take Iain's dick in her mouth and then I looked down at Caitlyn.

   She was bent almost in half, knees up beside her breasts, and her little
pussy was all wet and open and ready.  I resisted the urge to shove my
twenty-centimeter dick in and instead dropped down with my face over her
pussy.  I licked her from her rosy pink asshole all the way up to her
hidden clitoris.  Then again.  And again and again.

   Anna slapped me on the butt.  I looked up to see her arranging herself
on her back with Iain kneeling between her legs.  I used my thumb to tell
Caitlyn to get up and then I stretched out on my back and opened my legs
for her.  She knee-walked over my leg and then looked at Iain.  They both
bent over at the same time.

   How many permutations or combinations or whatever can be made from four
different people of two different sexes?  I think we tried them all.  I
know I had my mouth on two different pussies and one penis.  I know three
different individuals had their mouths on my penis.  Each time we changed,
we were always slow and gentle, not trying to bring anyone else to orgasm
or to reach one ourselves.  Gradually the feeling built in me that I wanted
more.  I wanted my penis in someone's hand or mouth or asshole and I wanted
to empty my balls.  I wanted something.  I just wanted.  I pushed someone
away from me and lay there breathing deeply.

   "Anna, I think David is ready to come for the first time tonight,"
Caitlyn said, sitting back on her heels between my legs.  "Do you want him
first or second?"

   "Oh!  Is there going to be a second?" Anna answered.

   I looked to the side.  Iain had his head between her thighs and she had
two handfuls of hair.  She had a grimace on her face that I had seen
before.

   "I think we can wring two out of these guys if we're patient," Caitlyn
said.  "Iain squirted in me last night.  Would you mind if David is first
tonight?"

   "Be my guest," Anna said, without even consulting me.

   I felt sure I could deliver a load to each of them, given enough time,
and I was in no hurry to go to sleep.  I just lay there, eyes shut, hands
hanging on to the mattress, and waited.

   Caitlyn straddled my waist, I brought my legs together, and she notched
the head of my penis in her little pussy.  She was hot and wet, almost
dripping, and my penis slid in a little, out a little, in deeper, up a
little, then deeper.  She stopped and I opened my eyes and looked down. 
Her head was lowered and she was looking down too.  We both saw that she
had about two thirds of my penis in her pussy.  I put both hands behind my
head and waited for her to get all she wanted.

   She wanted it all.  I watched her try to fit it all in her and I did
nothing to help.  She groaned and grunted and squirmed from side to side
and rocked back and forth and then stopped.  I looked again.  She was
close, maybe an inch still outside.  She was too damned intent and serious
so I decided to give her a distraction.

   I did a crunch and popped up my six-pack.  I gave her a few seconds to
look and then I rippled my stomach.  She pulled her head back, looked up at
my face, and started giggling.  Maybe that jiggled her further down on my
dick.  When I looked down again, all I could see was her blond patch of
short pubic hair against my darker patch.  I relaxed and let her sink down
on it.  She shut her eyes and groaned and just sat there.

   I was about to start something when she finally did: ups and downs, side
to side wiggles again, back and forth rocking, all the while with her eyes
shut and her constantly groaning.  I decided I'd try to be a gentleman and
let her come first.  I was on the verge of being a fuck up when she finally
got hers.  She sat there with my dick buried to my balls in her, shivering,
squealing, wiggling, but never letting a fraction of an inch escape.  I
gritted my teeth and tried to hold back while her little lemon squeezer
tried to extract my juice.

   When she subsided, I lifted her up by the hips about six inches and
started fucking up as fast and furiously as I could.  In just seconds, I
anointed her sacred cervix with about a gallon of my baby makers.

   After a while I remembered that Iain and my wife were beside me and
Caitlyn and they were doing something.  I looked to the side and saw Iain
on top of Anna, braced up on straight arms.  Her legs were bent back so far
that her ankles were on each side of his neck.  He was pistoning in and out
and I saw the white shaft flashing wetly between strokes.  Anna had her
hands on his ass and I could see her biceps tighten as she pulled him
forward on each down stroke.  I hoped she was using fingernails on his ass.

   I pulled Caitlyn down on top of me, tucked her head in beside mine, and
shut my eyes.  I lay there in the afterglow and listened to the rhythmic
noises from beside me.  The grunts and other sounds finally stopped, there
was no more movement, and I looked over.  Iain had his mouth on Anna's and
her hand was behind his head holding it down.  I thought that looked like a
good idea so I pulled Caitlyn's head down to mine and probed her lips with
my tongue until she opened.

   After a while, Iain and I both managed to get it up again.  Anna pulled
me on top of her, Caitlyn pulled Iain on top, and he and I both enjoyed
fucking our wives in sloppy seconds.  Anna was hot in more ways than one
and I think I felt her come a couple of times before I finally managed.

   Later, the four of us had a quick shower and crawled back in bed.  I got
in first with my body against the back wall.  Anna surprised me.  She
pushed Caitlyn in next and then crawled in herself.  Iain got in on the
outside of the bed alcove and spooned up to my wife.  The two women were
facing each other.  I had my hand on Caitlyn's little breast.  Iain had his
on Anna's.  My dick was spineless and compliant nestled up to Caitlyn's
soft ass.  I knew Iain's was in the same place on my wife.  I took a deep
breath or two, closed my eyes, and relaxed.  I was ready for sleep.

   "Aimee, did you enjoy the show?" I asked.

   She answered from some indeterminate corner.  "Yes, David.  I find your
sexual activities fascinating.  It makes me all hot and bothered."

   And then she giggled.  I'll swear she giggled.

   "Well, lower the lights for us, please," I said.  "Just enough to see in
case anybody needs to go pee."

   The lights dimmed and I was almost asleep when I thought of something I
wanted to say.  I whispered it.

   "Iain, when your wife was on top of me and I was fucking up into her and
I started coming, I squirted her up in the air about a foot.  She liked
it."

   He whispered back.  "That's nothing, David, when I was on top of your
wife and I was fucking down into her and I started coming, the rebound
shoved my ass about two feet up into the air.  I can back down and made a
perfect hole in one.  She loved it."

   "Shit!"

   Chapter Thirty-Seven

   What I hoped for has happened.  James and Sam came to breakfast one
morning hand in hand, just beaming at each other.  Toby and Jean-Nicole
were right behind them, hand in hand, smiling the same.  Sam seemed to have
a little trouble sitting.  I didn't have to be a genius to know what that
meant.  One less virgin.  Two contented young women.  And, of course, two
satisfied young men.

   They announced their official change of address during breakfast.  James
and Sam were now residents of the second bed chamber on the right. 
Jean-Nicole had left that one and moved in with Toby in the second bed
chamber on the left.  During breakfast they acted just like two pairs of
newly-weds.

   The rest of us offered them our congratulations.

   <><><>

   "You're pregnant; aren't you?"

   Anna looked at me and grinned.

   "Am I right?"

   She nodded.

   "Why didn't you tell me?"

   "David, I've never been pregnant before.  It's all new to me.  I missed
my last period and I'm usually very regular.  I just wanted to be sure
before I told you."

   "But it's been a while since you should have had your period; hasn't
it?"

   "Yes, but David, sometimes a woman's egg is fertilized and the baby
starts to develop but something happens and it passes out of her body.  I
just wanted to be sure.  How did you know?"

   "Well, you told me you had quit taking the birth control pill and then
you had sex with me and Iain a few days ago.  You must have known you
couldn't get pregnant by him, right?"

   "Yes, David, that's right.  I want a baby and I want you to be the
father.  I don't want anybody else's baby, not the first one anyway."

   I sat there on the side of the bed and watched while she brushed her
hair.  I knew her belly wouldn't be pooching out yet but I looked anyway.
It was the same as always.  First there were the delightful curves of her
breasts, then her ribs below, a little bowl around her vertical belly
button, a slight swelling next sloping down to a flat area and then rising
again under the sparse new growth of pubic hair on the little mound at the
apex of her thighs.

   Under short dark hair, it was just a little mound which bent back
between her legs and split in two.  It was so simple but I always liked to
look at it and think of all the magic it held for me.  I loved to get my
face there, just between her thighs so my forehead rested on that little
mound.  I loved to get my tongue there in the crease between the halves of
that split mound and taste her aroused woman juices.  I loved to breathe
deeply and smell the bouquet of her pussy.

   She finished brushing her hair, spread my knees apart, and started
brushing mine.  My hair hadn't been cut since I arrived and it was down on
my shoulders.  I liked it long but I wondered if she did too.

   "Anna, would you give me a haircut?"

   "No.  I like you with long hair.  It makes you look more like a guy on
one of the bodice-ripper books lots of women read.  It's sexy."

   "Did you ever read them?"

   "Sure.  I liked the ones which were really dirty, lots of sex and
fucking and sucking and licking and dicking.  Books to polish my pearl
with."

   "You're kidding me."

   "Yes, David.  I didn't have much time for reading over the last few
years."

   "I'll read you a bodice-ripper tonight if you'll let me polish your
pearl.  Do you think Aimee has any?"

   "I don't know but let's just leave off the book.  You can't polish my
pearl while you're reading a book."

   "I'd still like for you to give me a haircut.  Maybe just neaten it up a
little.  Keep it out of my eyes while I'm polishing your pearl."

   "OK.

   I quit looking up at her beautiful breasts and looked down at her
beautiful mound.  Something puzzled me.  The only new hair growing around
her pussy was on that little mound.  Everything back between her legs was
bare.  I thought we had all agreed to stop using the defoliator stuff
around our genitals.

   "You're still using it; aren't you, that defoliator stuff, you know,
Nor."

   "Depilatory stuff."

   "Whatever."

   "Yes, we're all using it, all of us girls.  Just to neaten up our
pussies a little so you guys can see what you're getting into.  You use it
on your face.  It's only fair."

   "Damn, I like to floss with pubic hair."

   "Yes but I don't want you flossing down there.  I want you licking."

   I held my head up to her.  "Do you think I need to use it on my face? 
It's been about thirty days since I used it last."

   She felt my cheeks and chin and around my mouth.  "You're about like a
teen-age boy now.  It doesn't irritate the inside of my thighs.  If it's
sunny this afternoon, I'll rub it on your face."

   "Are we still going to name the baby Michael if it's a boy?"

   "Yes.  What if it's a girl?  What will we name her?  Will you be
disappointed?"

   "If it's a girl, you pick the name.  I won't be disappointed in the
least.  She will be you and me.  I'll love her with all my heart, the same
as I love you."

   "David, I've been wondering about you fathering babies.  What if they
inherit that cool response of yours?"

   "Huh?"

   "Well, I think it's a much-enhanced fight or flight response, maybe
caused by a mutated chromosome or something.  It might even be sex-linked.
Maybe our boy babies will have it and our girl babies won't."

   "Is that so bad?"

   "No, but if it is inheritable and it's sex linked, all the women here
will want you to give them a baby.  They'll want a boy baby with you."

   "Oh, come on.  Don't be ridiculous.  Ouch."

   "What's wrong?"

   "You almost brushed my ear off."

   "I'm sorry and I'm not being ridiculous, David.  All women want to have
strong healthy babies with the greatest chance of survival.  It's built
into us.  Why do you think I chose you?"

   "So you think I should be the Alpha male and chase all the other guys
out to wander the wilderness."

   "No, David, but if any of the other women want you to give them a baby,
I think you should do it.  It will help the survival rate of all the
progeny of our colony.  I'm going to ask all the women to vote on it."

   "Anna, you're the only one I love completely.  You know I've surrendered
to loving you.  I can never love another woman the way I love you."

   "Yes, David, I know that but we're a colony of twenty people who are
going to create a new human race in this world.  You want us to learn to
love each other to help us survive.  I do too.  The more our children have
your cool response, the greater their chances of survival.  Maybe the
people who sent you here knew that."

   "You wouldn't mind?"

   "Maybe a little but it just makes sense."

   "What are the other guys going to say?  I think it would create a big
problem.  One called jealousy."

   "I don't think so.  I think they would understand.  Maybe Caitlyn could
have one with Iain first and with you second.  Maybe I'll have a second
baby with Iain or James or even Pyotr.  If I have one with you first, would
that be so bad?  Maybe Jean-Nicole will have one with Toby first and James
second and you third.  I suppose Sam would want one with James first and
maybe Toby second."

   "And me third?"

   "Naturellement, mon amour."

   "Anna, why do you do things like this late at night?  Now I won't be
able to sleep all night for thinking about this."

   "Oh, I don't know about that.  After you polish my pearl, I think I can
do something that will help you sleep.  It usually does."

   <><><>

   Pyotr and Petra came back to our room, again a little late at night,
when Anna and I were getting ready for bed.  They were both smiling this
time.  They eagerly told us what they had learned.

   Pyotr now understood why Petra was sometimes unhappy.  He was going too
fast with her and not giving her enough foreplay.  He simply was not
sexually arousing her enough.  They had gone to Toby and Jean-Nicole about
their problem and the four of them had talked for hours.  Jean-Nicole was
the one who wanted to give them a demonstration.  Toby volunteered to help.
Toby with Jean-Nicole was a good choice.  He had learned his lessons well
and he was an excellent teacher for Pyotr.  Jean-Nicole was a good teacher
for Petra, a mature woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it from
Toby.

   They four of them had joined together in a bed in the chamber which
Jean-Nicole and Toby were sharing.  Both couples started from the
beginning: simply kissing and touching.  They progressed downward with
mouths on breasts and fingers between legs and then with heads between
thighs.  Toby brought Jean-Nicole to orgasm first and Pyotr and his tongue
soon gave Petra a moaning release.  They waited a few minutes for the girls
to calm down and then mounted them in the old-fashioned missionary position
and got their own release.

   Once wasn't enough for any of them.  After talking for a while, they
started at the top again and moved downward and this time it was Toby and
Pyotr who lay there grinning while Jean-Nicole and Petra held their dicks
upright and tried to suck their balls even drier.  They even swapped
partners for a moment.  Jean-Nicole demonstrated how she liked to ride Toby
to orgasm and Toby helped by being a fuck-up after she came.  Petra
followed their example and - her words - came about a zillion times not
counting the one when Pyotr squirted in her little pussy again.  All four
of them were well satisfied before Petra and Pyotr staggered back to their
own bed-chamber.

   Anna and I were about to do some of the same things in our bed.  She
invited them to join us.  The four of us lay there side by side and Pyotr
and I started up north and worked our way down south.  We even swapped for
a minute and I licked Petra's pretty pouty little pussy and Anna sucked
Pyotr's precocious prodigious protuberance.

   After we swapped back, we let Anna and Petra go for a ride, well, really
a race.  I decided to show off my musical knowledge and asked Aimee if she
could play the William Tell Overture for us.  She could.  I put my hands
behind my head and let Anna have her ride.  Pyotr did the same and lay
there grinning while Petra galloped toward the finish line.  Petra won the
race but Anna finished soon after.  Then at my request Aimee played Bolero
for us and Pyotr and I did our best to fuck in time to the music.  He came
to a climax before I did but I didn't mind losing.  I reached a crescendo
at the same time Bolero did.

   We rested for a while and then Pyotr pounded Petra while Anna and I
watched.  Pyotr reached the finish line before she did but, from the way
she squealed, she wasn't far behind.  Then Anna and I showed them how it's
done and they watched.  I thought Anna was going to rip my ass to shreds
with her fingernails.

   Petra was well satisfied again.  Pyotr was grinning like a jack-ass. 
Anna was smiling a satisfied smile.  I'll admit I was grinning too.  We
slept four to a bed.

   It was just another wonderful evening in paradise.

   <><><>

   "David!  Anna!  Please come to my room!  A young man has arrived and
there is something strange about his behavior.  He seems to be sleeping
peacefully but he has irregular spasms or twitches.  Something may be wrong
with him."

   Anna and I had just awakened from a peaceful night's sleep when Aimee
called.  I was just walking out of the toilet after a good morning piss and
was contemplating going to the outside door to greet the day.  Anna always
took longer to pee in the morning than I did and I was standing there
waiting patiently for her.

   I ran into Aimee's room and stopped near the young man in the recliner.
I felt an instant surge of relief.  He was a young man but with the
emphasis on man.  I had worried that all the other males would be, as they
had been so far, more like boys than men.

   He was a handsome young man, almost as tall as me.  His dark hair was
closely cropped, his upper lip was covered by a short dark mustache, and
his cheeks and chin were covered by a short beard.  His eyes were closed
and he appeared to be sleeping peacefully except for a slight smile on his
lips.  His pecs were covered by a light dusting of dark hair and his abs
were hairless.

   He was on his back with one arm thrown back over his head and the other
by his side.  He had a thin trail of dark hair leading down from his navel
to his genitals.  His dark pubic hair was a tangled sporran spread out on
his thighs.  His penis wasn't erect but it looked full and heavy and was
flopped across one thigh.  His testicles were relatively hairless and
looked perfectly normal.

   The thing that impressed me most was his size of his chest and shoulders
and arms.  Even resting, I could see the underlying muscles in his arms and
chest and shoulders and that meant he was used to working out or perhaps
manual labor.  On his lower chest and abdomen, he seemed to have a relaxed
six-pack.

   His waist and hips were small for his size and that told me he was used
to being active, not sitting all day in a classroom or before a computer.
His legs were long like mine and they were as muscular as his shoulders and
arms.  They were lightly covered by more dark hair, heaviest down on his
calves.  Overall, he was a fine young man, muscular and strong and handsome
and sexy.

   Perhaps he could be what I had wished for: a second warrior to help
protect our family.  Iain and James and Toby were slim and hard but they
just did not have the musculature to stand up to some of the dangers we
might encounter.  The new arrival certainly did.  I suppose I was also glad
to see him so he could help with other strength-demanding tasks, like
swinging an axe to cut down trees or using a mattock to cut roots.  I
couldn't complain about the willingness of the other guys to work but some
tasks required more body strength than they had.

   I felt a touch on my shoulder and turned.  I put my arm around Anna's
back and she put hers around my waist.  We stood there looking at the young
man for a minute or so.

   Suddenly his face turned into a grimace and his eyes opened and rolled
back so that only white was showing.  His hands started shaking and the
muscles in his arms started tightening.  I looked at his legs and the
muscles there were also bulging.  Suddenly, his whole body went rigid and
then his arms and legs began to move erratically and flail around.

   "He's having a seizure!" Anna yelled.

   "What can we do?" I yelled back.

   "Just try to keep him in Aimee's chair," she said.  "Don't try to hold
him down or restrain him.  We need to keep him from injuring himself if we
can."

   Suddenly, he slid off the end of the chair, tried to stand, and
collapsed on the floor.  I caught his shoulders and gently lowered him down
so he didn't bang his head on the hard floor.  I sat down on the floor and
cradled his head and shoulders on my bent legs.  His arms and legs were
still flailing around erratically and there was a little foam on his lips.

   "Aimee, call the others," Anna yelled.  "Tell them to bring pillows to
your room in a hurry."

   The others were quick to respond and all of them brought a pillow or
two. Anna and I took the pillows, put one under his head, and tucked the
rest close around his body.  His flailing arms and legs slowed down but
then seemed to become rigid again.  He was stiff as a board for a few
seconds and then abruptly went limp and was still.

   "Turn him on his side, David," Anna said, calmly now.  "I think the
seizure is over but we need to make sure he's got an open air way and he
doesn't breathe in his secretions."

   I turned him on his side and he seemed to relax and his muscles
softened, all except one.  His penis slowly lengthened and swelled and
stood out away from his body.  I suppose everybody wondered at that
response.  I know I did.  Then suddenly he began to piss and the ones
standing nearby scrambled out of the way.  When his bladder was empty, he
seemed to smile slightly and to relax more.  His eyes slowly opened but I
don't think he was conscious of seeing anything.  His gaze made me think
nobody was home, at least temporarily.

   "He's going to be confused and unresponsive for a while," Anna said. 
"Do you think we could move him to a bed?  Someone needs to be with him for
a while.  I think I saw a little blood on the back of his head and I want
to examine him."

   I pulled him up and onto my back in a fireman's carry and then carried
him out of Aimee's room and into our bedchamber.  I'd done that often
enough in my military training and it came naturally to me.  In our
bedchamber, Anna and Iain helped me ease him down in an unused bed.  I put
a pillow under his head and spread a blanket over him up to his waist.

   Anna took charge and pushed him over on his side so she could see the
back of his head.  She parted his hair and looked closely.  She felt his
skull, said he had a small goose egg, and we needed to watch him carefully
because he might have a concussion.  She volunteered to take first watch. I
volunteered to stay to help and chased the others out to potty and to
prepare breakfast.

   Anna asked Aimee for his temperature and heart rate.  Aimee replied that
his temperature was within a normal range and his heart rate was now a
little slower than normal.  Anna gave him a cursory examination and found
no signs of any injury except for the back of his head.

   He woke up just before noon, dazed and confused and unresponsive to our
questions.  He seemed puzzled by the way we all were: naked except for
loincloths.  I propped him up with pillows behind him, pulled the blanket
up to his waist, and let the others enter, one couple at a time, to see
him. He looked carefully at everybody but said nothing and didn't respond
to any questions.  I'd seen that look before on the faces of men who were
facing a dangerous situation: appraising, concentrating, and planning what
to do.

   Then Jean-Nicole came in with a bowl of stew and a chunk of bread, sat
down on the side of the bed, and held out a spoonful to him.  He looked at
her breasts for a moment and his face changed with a welcoming smile and
wide-open eyes.  He opened his mouth for the stew, chewed a little,
swallowed, and opened his mouth again.  She kept feeding him and he didn't
slow down until the bowl was empty and the bread was gone.  Finally he said
his first words.

   "Am I dead?"

   "No, of course not," Jean-Nicole said and smiled at him.  "Is the stew
good?"

   He nodded and then smiled just a little.  "It's...it's very good
but...but I must be dead.  There's a beautiful angel feeding me.  This must
be heaven."

   After Jean-Nicole fed him lunch, Iain and I helped him to the toilet. 
We stood three in a row and had a good piss.  He was unsteady on his feet
so I put my arm around his back from one side and Iain braced him from the
other.  We squeezed out the last drops, shook, and covered up.

   Iain had said that all the guys coming here would be uncircumcised and I
wasn't surprised that he was uncut.  His dick looked a lot like Iain's,
about the same size, a little smaller than mine.  He checked me and Iain
out while we were pissing.

   "Where's mine?" he asked.

   "What?" Iain answered.

   "That thing you're wearing.  Everybody else has one on.  I don't want to
go naked with five beautiful females."

   We stopped by the clothing storeroom long enough to get him a loincloth
and then helped him to the kitchen with all the others.  Iain and I eased
him down at a table and then I sat opposite him.  Anna sat down beside me.
He looked at me and Anna and at her beautiful bare breasts and then asked
the questions I expected.

   "Where am I?  How did I get here?"

   "We'll answer all your questions later," I said.  "My name is David
Guerrier; just call me David.  This beautiful woman is my wife, Anna. 
What's your name?  How do you feel?"

   "Matthew O'Brian.  Matt.  I feel like shit."

   "Matt, you've just had a long journey.  Most of us felt the same way you
do when we arrived.  Anna's a nurse.  Be more specific and maybe we can
give you medication to help you feel better."

   "My left shoulder really hurts.  I think I fell on it.  Back of my
head's throbbing.  My back hurts a little but not as bad as my shoulder.  I
ache all over and I'm dizzy."

   "Matt, have you ever had seizures before?" Anna asked.

   "What, you mean like epilepsy?  No.  Why?"

   "You had a seizure this morning just after you arrived," she said.

   "Damn!"

   "Aimee, how are his vital signs?" she asked.  "What do you recommend?"

   "Anna, his temperature is normal and his heart rate is a little slow but
normal," Aimee said.  "I recommend a mild analgesic and a mild muscle
relaxer.  He should be watched constantly for the next day or so.  The
combined effect of the blow to the head and the journey probably account
for the seizure."

   "I agree, Aimee.  It would be good if he slept this afternoon.  Could
you give him a very mild sleep aid too?"

   "Yes, Anna."

   Matt looked all around for Aimee.

   "Who's that and where is she?"

   "I'll introduce you to her later, Matt," I said.  "First we want you to
take some medications and then rest for a while longer.  If you wake up,
please don't try to walk by yourself.  We'll call you when we have dinner
ready." I pointed at Jean-Nicole.  "That beautiful young woman is a
marvelous chef.  I don't know what we'll have for dinner tonight but I know
it'll be good."

   I asked James to get the medications and he was back in seconds.  Matt
took the pills one at a time and washed them down with big swallows of
juice.  His eyes kept closing and he jerked himself awake a few times. 
James and Toby helped him back to bed and then reported that he was asleep
as soon as he hit the bed.

   Sam and Petra volunteered to watch him for the afternoon.  I asked James
and Toby to wake him up just before dinner and then to help him walk if
necessary.  When they came in the kitchen, he had his arms on their
shoulders but he was walking by himself.  I asked Anna to do the
introductions and he sat quietly smiling while she introduced five couples.
Jean-Nicole was finishing dinner and she and Toby were the last to be
introduced.  Matt sat up straighter, stared at our chef, especially her
beautiful young breasts, and ignored Toby.  I wondered if we were going to
have another problem.

   I heard Lucky whining and I knew Aimee was holding him in James' and
Sam's bedchamber.  I told Aimee to release him and he scampered in the
kitchen, tail swishing like a fast windshield wiper.  He went straight to
Matt, to get to know the newcomer.  Matt grinned and scratched his head and
petted him.  I could easily see that he liked dogs.  A man who likes dogs
can't be all bad.  Dinner was a gourmet delight as usual, even though it
was rabbit again.  Matt ate like he's been starved for days.  Perhaps he
had been.  We were all sitting around at two tables in the kitchen, the six
Mouseketeers at one, Iain, Caitlyn, and Matt on one side of another table
with me and Anna on the other side.  There were a couple of things I wanted
to do before Matt went back to bed.  First I wanted to introduce him to
Aimee and let her get his measurements.  Then I wanted all of us to help in
giving him a symbolic bath to wash away all of his old life.

   When Aimee greeted him, wearing only a loincloth as we all were, he was
as puzzled and bedazzled by her as the rest of us had been and I still was.
I tried to explain that she was an avatar and she had chosen her young
woman form to interact with us.  I don't think he understood that a culture
probably far superior to ours had created her.  I didn't understand it
either.  As far as I was concerned, she was simply a human, one of us.

   I asked her to give him the same access to everything that all the rest
of us enjoyed.  I didn't want to have to explain what was behind the door
at the end of the hall.  Aimee had standing orders not to permit the others
access there unless either Iain or I was with them.

   Then I told him we wanted to give him a bath and all ten of us were
going to help.  He looked at me like I was kidding and I tried to explain
the symbolic nature of what we wanted to do: to wash away everything in his
old life and to welcome him to our new world.

   In the bathing chamber, we all undressed, if you can call untying a
loincloth and dropping it near the door.  Matt was the last to get naked. I
think his head rotated three hundred sixty degrees as he tried to look at
all of us.

   Initially the naked females all stood together at one side and didn't
offer to help.  I looked at Anna, raised my eyebrows in question, and she
smiled at me and winked.  I knew the ladies were planning something special
to welcome Matt.  Iain adjusted the shower to warm, I pushed Matt under the
water and he closed his eyes and surrendered.

   Five of us guys thoroughly washed the sixth.  I was tallest so I
shampooed his hair and washed his face.  Toby and James washed his front
and back.  Iain and Pyotr did his outstretched arms.  He tried to pull away
when Toby lifted his penis, skinned it back, and rubbed the head thoroughly
with a soapy cloth but James was washing the crack of his ass at the same
time.  I saw Toby cup his testicles in the soapy cloth and smile and wink
at him.  I held him by the shoulders while four guys scrubbed his legs and
feet.  Then I led him back under the shower and rinsed him off.  When he
opened his eyes again, he saw five beautiful females waiting in front of
him.  I moved to the side with the other guys and we watched him get
thoroughly washed again.

   Somebody had plotted against him.  Five females rubbing their soapy
bodies against him, firm breasts pressing against him all around, hands all
over him, hands fighting over possession of his dick and balls: the result
was inevitable; his penis stood up tall and proud.  After watching a
session of frottage with five naked females, five other dicks stood up too.
Matt stood and watched as one hand after another stroked his penis and
cuddled his testicles.  They rotated around and five giggling females
squatted or leaned over and gave his dick a few licks and a suck and a
kiss.

   Then Jean-Nicole squatted in front of him and gave his penis the coup de
main.  When I saw an orgasmic grimace on his face, I moved behind him and
held him up.  He squirted on Jean-Nicole's beautiful breasts what looked
like a week's load.  The rest of the females wiped his semen off her and
wiped it on their breasts, giggled, and rubbed their breasts all over him.
Damn, I wanted to be bathed too.

   <><><>

   His story came out in bits and pieces over the next few days.  His name
was Matthew O'Brian, Matt for short, a twenty-three year old Navy Seal on
active duty.  He was the leader of a special ops team on his third mission
in Islamistan, this time to extract the head of a jihadist group. 
Intelligence said the guy would be a good source of information if handled
properly.  They swam ashore a couple of miles from the beach-side hotel
where the jihadist leader was staying, found a big truck which had been
left for them, drove to the hotel, silently killed all five guards, and had
the guy hog-tied in a couple of minutes.  They stuffed him in the back of
the truck and "hauled ass," his words, to the point where they were to
signal for a rubber dingy to pick them up.

   They heard the sounds of pursuers and the truck went faster.  Matt was
in the back of the truck at the tailgate when the truck hit a bad bump and
he was thrown out.  The road was packed dirt and he hit his head on landing
and was temporarily knocked unconscious.  He roused up enough to crawl off
the road into a ditch, faded into unconsciousness, and woke up in Aimee's
chair.

   <><><>

   A few days later, Iain and Matt and I dressed in our Robin Hood outfits
for a long walk up to the top of the mountain and back.  As we were going
up, I left it up to Iain to explain to Matt where he was and how he got
here.  He was as incredulous as we all had been but the view of our new
world from the top of the mountain convinced him that Iain's story was
true.

   We sat for a while in a sheltered spot and I told Matt about the
relationships that had been established, perhaps tentatively in some cases,
for the ten of us who had arrived earlier.  I explained that Iain and I
were married to Caitlyn and Anna, that we considered ourselves permanent
pairs, and that Anna was pregnant with the first child to be born in this
new world.  I said that James and Sam had just recently become another
pair, as had Toby and Jean-Nicole.  When I told him that Pyotr and Petra
were brother and sister and were sleeping together but didn't consider
themselves a permanent pair, he raised his eyebrows and grinned.

   Then I talked to him about his options for sex.  I knew that when he
recovered from his journey, he would probably be as horny as the rest of us
and he would want to have sex as we all did.  I told him that over the
course of the next nine months, nine more individuals would arrive, four
more males, five more females, and he might find a mate in the five
females. I said he might choose to pursue Jean-Nicole or Sam but he was
going to cause problems with Toby or James if he did.  Petra was perhaps a
little young for him but she wasn't going to stay with Pyotr forever.

   "Matt, there's a way for you to have your sexual needs fulfilled until
you find a mate but it's not something Iain and I can arrange.  We'll talk
to our wives and let them handle it."

   "What's that?"

   "Did you enjoy what the ladies did for you last night?"

   "Damn, I've never even dreamed of something like that."

   "Why don't we leave it up to the ladies to give you a little sex until
you find a permanent mate?  I'm sure they can come up with something."

   "Are you kidding?  What if I wanted to fuck one of them, maybe even your
wife?  Are you going to kill me?"

   "No, Matt, all of the guys already here have had sex with Anna on
occasion.  I have sex with her regularly, of course, and I've had sex with
Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn on a few occasions.  We don't live by our old
world's sexual standards.  We're trying to establish our own.  If Anna
invites you, we can both share her some night.  I'll even take sloppy
seconds.  There's one thing we're trying to avoid in our new world and
that's sexual conflict and jealousy.  I'm confident you can't take Anna
away from me.  The love between us is too strong."

   "Shit, I'm not going to start trouble with you but I'm just a normal guy
and I need a good fuck once in a while."

   "Matt, you should listen to yourself talk for a while," Iain said.  "You
say you need a good fuck.  You're not going to get it with that attitude.
You need to learn to make love to a woman and to think of her instead of
just what you want.  I know Caitlyn wouldn't want to spread her legs if all
you want is a good fuck."

   Matt just sat there looking back and forth between me and Iain.

   "Matt, in the past, what sort of relationships have you had?" I asked.
"Find'em, fuck'em, forget'em?"

   "Yeah, pretty much.  I haven't had anything except one-night stands."

   "Well, sometime soon, I want you to sit down in the kitchen with all
five of the females.  You're going to be here with them for the rest of
your life.  Let them tell you what they want from a man.  Then you think
about it and see if you can give them what they want.  You'll never know
what sex is all about until you do it with a woman you love and who loves
you.  It's up to you to win the affections of one of the ten."

   "Why can't I win the affections of all ten of them?" he asked grinning.

   I grimed back at him.  "You can try but you'll never know what real love
is like until you settle down with one and surrender to loving her and
having a family with her.  That's what this is all about, you know,
preserving a small sample of mankind when our old world is sinking into
chaos and humanity there may face extinction."

   "You really think so?"

   "I don't know, Matt.  The people who are sending us here seem to think
so."

   I saw a shadow cross us and I looked up.  It was another raptor bird.  I
pointed it out to Matt and the three of us watched it for a few minutes. 
It wasn't flapping, just gliding, and I knew it was using the updraft off
the mountain to stay aloft.  I stood up and held out my hands to Matt and
Iain.

   "Come on," I said.  "We're going to pretend to be corpses for a while. I
want Matt to see what happens if the raptor tries to drop down on three
dead bodies."

   We lay on a rocky area of the mountain top for a while, talking but
being absolutely still, but we didn't fool the bird.  Maybe it had a belly
full and it wasn't interested.

   <><><>

   Life went on for a while, uneventful, quiet, and enjoyable.  All eleven
of us went fishing in the lake part way down the mountain.  We took five
casting rods and reels and lures, five cane poles and live bait, and as
usual we were all successful in catching fish.  I ended up gutting and
scaling the fish for everybody and packing them in back packs and at times
I had trouble keeping up.  Jean-Nicole and Sam and James made it all
worthwhile with two huge platters of golden brown fried fish for dinner
that night.

   We all spent an afternoon working in both our old and our new gardens. I
made sure we had one big area for all the different kinds of potatoes I
intended to plant in about a month.  Our winter greens were thriving and we
carried back home bok choi, collards, and turnip greens.  I asked for
collards and cornbread the next day and listened to a little griping about
having to eat them.  I knew the two who griped would eat the bark off a
tree with their appetites.

   One night, we all assembled in the central hallway, I asked Aimee to
turn the lights down low, and we danced, just slow dancing most of the
time. Anna took command and made us switch partners periodically.  We had
one male left over each time but it was a different guy and nobody
complained.  That is, nobody complained until Anna decreed that guys had to
dance with guys and girls had to dance with girls.  That didn't work as
well but it was only for one dance.  When she asked Aimee to play waltzes,
I was the left over guy first, Iain second, and Toby third.  I watched Matt
and saw that he was grinning and trying his best to waltz with Jean-Nicole.


   One night we all assembled in the lounge to perform as the New World
Chorus.  We warmed up with You Are My Sunshine followed by I'm in the Mood
for Love.  For both, Aimee put the lyrics on tablets and we all sang them.
Then Iain asked the guys to sing Ol' Man River and I saw him listening
particularly to Matt.  He smiled and I thought I knew why.  He'd found his
bass voice.  He told Matt he thought his was a fledgling bass voice and
asked if he could help him develop it.  Matt just grinned and shrugged.

   Next, Anna and I sang something we had been practicing from an old
Broadway musical, Adrift on a Star from The Happiest Girl in the World. 
Iain said it called for a male baritone with a rich dark voice bordering on
bass and I qualified.  He told Anna that it needed a pure simple soprano
and she would be great.  He said the song should be the anthem for our
colony of mankind and I agreed.

   Iain and I had a surprise for the crew.  He and I had translated a song
called Bailero by Cantaloube into his native language.  The song was
written in Occitan, a Mediterranean French language and I had been helping
by giving him the English part of what I understood.  He then reworked it
in his original language.  The song was about a shepherd and shepherdess on
opposite sides of a river they are unable to cross.  It was melancholy and
sad and beautiful and, sung in his beautiful tenor voice, it raised goose
bumps on me.

   We ended the night with She'll Be Coming around the Mountain when she
Comes and then had to do an encore of You'll Never Know.  From all the
cheering and clapping after our concert, I could see that everybody enjoyed
it just as much as I did.

   Anna finally reported to me on what the ladies had decided about sex and
I conveyed it to Matt and the other guys.  They wanted to have another sex
play party but with a couple of restrictions.  First, they said everything
would be permitted except that there would be no penises in vaginas, in
other words, no fucking to give Matt what he needed.  Second, the guys
would get one orgasm for every one they gave to a girl.  When Matt heard
what they decided, he had only one word.  "Shit!" I told him it was going
to be a wonderful evening and he should get busy and exercise his tongue
regularly.

   <><><>

   In her morning weather report Aimee said that the barometric pressure
was the lowest she had recorded and she predicted very stormy weather.  I
walked outside and looked at the clouds moving from west to east faster
than I'd ever seen.  Occasional strong gusts of wind rattled the bamboo
porch covering we had built.  I could only hope that my plans were good
enough and that it would withstand the winds.

   At mid-morning the rains came, light at first but constant.  By noon,
they were almost monsoon-like.  That's when I heard the first lightning
strike somewhere up the mountain and then the deafening rumble of thunder.
By mid-afternoon, lightening from cloud to cloud and from cloud to ground
was almost constant.  The sky was dark and the lightning flashes and
following thunder were frightening.  It seemed that Thor and the old gods
were truly engaged in battle.  Now I worried about the safety of whatever
was at the top of the mountain providing us with power.

   At nightfall, the battle between the Norse gods had not slowed.  Earlier
in the day, I had company sitting outside on a bench under the porch.  I
suppose we were all awed by such a late fall or winter storm.  Later I was
the only one who dared to sit outside and watch the epic battle.  The
weather system that was causing it seemed to have stalled out directly over
us.

   Finally I went inside to the kitchen.  The others were all there,
playing chess, making seashell necklaces, and talking.  Even inside the
thunder was loud and uncomfortable and I could tell they were all
apprehensive.  I tried whistling a happy tune and they all looked at me
like I was crazy.

   Iain suggested a rousing chorus of "You Are My Sunshine," and we all
belted it out.  He followed up with a solo performance of "Somewhere over
the Rainbow" in his beautiful tenor voice and that seemed to settle the
apprehension a little.  We all got tablets and sang "It's a Grand Night for
Singing" next.  After a few more songs, the tension in the crowd seemed to
be less and we all went to bed.  I lay there holding Anna for a while,
listening to the thunder rumbling, and finally went to sleep.

   "DAVID, ANNA, PLEASE WAKE UP!  WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY!"

   I rolled out of bed and looked at the clock: a few minutes before two
o'clock in the morning.  Anna stood up groggily and held on to my shoulder.

   "What is it, Aimee?" I asked.

   "We have a serious emergency, David!  The shield is down.  All other
systems are functioning but I have lost power for the shield.  Should I
alert all the others so you may decide what to do?"



   Lyrics from "Adrift on a Star" from the musical "The Happiest Girl in
the World.

   ANNA

   Here we are adrift on a star, Alone in a silent sky, Lost in space,
together we face The wonder of where and why.

   Why a sky without an end, A sea without a chart, Why the rain, and why
the rose, And why the trembling heart.

   DAVID

   The moon, the tide, the years, They go drifting along.

   ANNA

   The music of the spheres, Are there words to your song?

   DAVID

   Is there a bright gleaming goal Ending this brief barcarole?

   TOGETHER

   Here we are adrift on a star, And what is our journey for?  Can it be
the heart is not free?  And love is a golden shore.

   DAVID

   That wherever we are

   ANNA

   In this star-spangled sky

   TOGETHER

   If there's love in your star You're home, you're home.



   Chapter Thirty-Eight

   "What is it, Aimee?" I asked.

   "We have a serious emergency, David!  The shield is down!  All other
systems are functioning but I have lost power for the shield.  Should I
alert all the others so you may decide what to do?"

   "Yes, Aimee, tell them to assemble in the learning chamber.  Anna and I
will be there as soon as we go potty."

   Everyone quickly assembled in the learning chamber.  They were all naked
and seemed concerned about the reason for the extraordinary call.  Nobody
had bothered to don loincloths in the middle of the night.  There were
sixty seats in the room but nobody was sitting.  I knew that Aimee's voice
had communicated the serious nature of our assembly.  I asked her to repeat
what she had told me and Anna.  She did and expanded on the nature of the
problem.

   She said that a small component of equipment needed to be replaced and
one person could easily do it.  After that, she could repair everything
else herself but, depending on the weather and the amount of sunshine, she
would need at least two or three days to replenish the power to bring back
the shield.  Until the shield was restored, we would be operating on
minimum power.  She immediately lowered the lights to drive that home.

   I moved to the front of the crowd directly in front of Aimee's screen. I
knew I had to demonstrate my leadership to assure them that we were on top
of the problem.

   "Thank you, Aimee," I began, speaking in a calm voice.  "You all
understand we have a serious problem.  Iain and I planned for it months
ago. We know what needs to be done.  I want you all to sit down and listen
carefully."

   I waited until they were all seated in the first two rows.

   "First things first.  Matt and I are leaving for the isthmus by four
o'clock.  We need to stop any dangerous animals from crossing onto the
mountain.  Aimee knows what we need to take.  Anna, I want you and Caitlyn
to get our clothing ready.  We want rain capes and boots that come up
almost to our knees.  Aimee knows my size and she should know Matt's. 
Bring everything here.  Roll up two blankets to tie to the bottom of our
backpacks."

   I received two attentive nods.

   "Jean-Nicole and Sam, I want you to stuff a backpack with food for two
for a couple of days, solid substantial stuff, no cupcakes."

   I received two attentive nods and a lot of grins.  We never had
cupcakes.

   "Pyotr and Petra, I want you to fill a backpack with dried flowers and
cattails and driftwood, any stuff that will burn easily.  Break it up into
small pieces.  Everything outdoors will be wet.  We'll want a fire while
we're on the isthmus and maybe we can get a fire going enough to dry out
some driftwood."

   Two more attentive nods.

   "James and Toby, get the weapons we'll need.  I want my sword, my
knives, my bow and arrows, and a spear.  Get Matt the same.  Bring
everything here."

   Again, two more attentive nods.

   "Iain is to be leader while we're gone," I said.  "He will be in charge
of the repairs.  I want you all to give him as much respect and help as
you've given me.  Just do what he says.  Your life may depend on it.  Do
you understand?"

   I received a bunch of nods from the crowd.  I watched Matt.  He didn't
nod.  Perhaps he wanted to be leader.  I couldn't let him stay.  I needed
him with me.

   "James, Toby, Pyotr, I'm not through with you yet.  Tomorrow morning, I
want you to come down to the isthmus.  Bring us some more food and anything
else Anna or Aimee wants to send.  Bring lots of gourds.  Make sure to get
that gourd funnel I made.  We may have time to gather some oysters.  I want
you back home before dark.  Can you do it?

   I got three nods.  I wasn't sure about including Pyotr but I knew he
would want to come with James and Toby.

   "Now listen carefully.  Matt and I will be OK.  We can defend ourselves
but all of you have got to be on the defensive too.  Don't go outdoors
unprepared or alone.  Take weapons when you set foot outdoors.  Don't go
far.  I don't think any dangerous animals have had time to get on the
mountain but there's a chance they have.  You may have to defend
yourselves. I don't think the big raptor birds will be a problem unless
you're in a bare spot where they can run to take off."

   I waited for them to absorb my warning.  I wanted to end with something
to make the occasion a happy one.

   "There's one more thing," I said.  "Anna's pregnant.  Iain, I'm leaving
the most precious thing in my life with you.  Take care of her."

   He grinned.  "I will, David."

   I thought everybody would never quit congratulating us.  I chased them
out to do their assigned tasks to make them stop.

   When Matt and I went outdoors, I saw lightning flashes on the horizon to
the east and heard the distant rumble of thunder.  Since, they usually came
from the west, I knew the weather system had moved on past us.  We stood
under the undamaged outdoor shelter for a moment.  I had something I needed
to say to him.

   "Matt, maybe you want to challenge me for leadership of this group. 
Maybe it's because you just want to get laid.  Maybe it's got nothing to do
with sex.  Maybe you just want to be the Alpha male.  Right now, I need you
to help me.  You've got the strength and courage we need.  You would never
have got to be a Navy seal otherwise.  Will you do it?"

   I held out my hand to him.  He took my hand in his and grinned and
squeezed.  I squeezed back and then grinned at him.

   "Yes, David, I'm not stupid.  You're the leader for the next few days."

   "Thank you.  Now listen.  I know the trail leading down to the isthmus.
I've walked it lots of times but never at night when it's raining.  You
probably should walk behind me.  I don't think we'll encounter any
dangerous animals going down.  I think they're probably holed up somewhere
waiting for the storm to end.  After it's over, they're going to be
foraging and I think they like to do it on the isthmus.  I want us to be
down there by daylight.  There's a narrow spot where two of us can stop
them from crossing to go up the mountain.  We're going to be cold and maybe
wet but we've got to do it.  Are you OK with this?"

   "Yes, David.  I've been through some tough training.  This can't be
worse."

   The rain was still heavy when we started but shortly it began to
slacken. I knew the trail but I'd never walked it at night and going was
difficult.  The rain capes and high boots were effective in keeping me and
my two backpacks relatively dry.

   By the time we reached the isthmus, the rain had stopped and dawn was
breaking.  The air was cold but still above freezing.  We walked out onto
the isthmus warily, threading our way between huge boulders.  I stopped as
soon as I saw the first big patch of sand under my feet.

   "Matt, we need to watch for footprints now.  I don't see any here so
maybe we're in time.  These boulders are going to diminish in size and then
for about the length of a football field there's little but sand.  We're
going to check that out carefully for footprints.  If we don't see any it
probably means that nothing has crossed the isthmus yet.  The isthmus is
narrowest there and that's where we'll wait and watch."

   "What could cross it?" he asked.

   "Bears.  You've seen the hide on the floor in the hallway; Anna, Iain,
James and I killed it.  Wolves.  James and Toby and I killed four over on
the mainland.  Pigs.  Humongous boars, we've eaten a few little piggys. 
Never tried to kill a big one.  Big cats.  Haven't seen any of those yet."

   "Damn!"

   We walked around and over the largest rocks until we came to the long
sandy stretch.  I scanned it quickly and saw nothing but the usual
occasional smaller gray rocks, wet now and black.

   "Spread out so we stay about twenty feet apart," I said.  Let your eyes
sweep back and forth in front of you, from the water's edge to about half
the isthmus.  Look for tracks.  You'll know it if you see any big ones."

   We started walking over the sand with our eyes down scanning.  In my
peripheral vision, I saw something ahead of us move.

   "Stop!" I said, loud enough for Matt to hear me.  My yell was also loud
enough to alert what I saw was a raptor bird with its back toward us.  It
hopped in a half circle, turned, and looked at us.

   "God damn!  What is it?"

   "It's a raptor bird, a fucking big hawk.  It can be dangerous but we
don't need to worry.  I killed one somewhere along here when I was the only
one here."

   "Do you think we should run?  Get back in the rocks?"

   "No, just be quiet and listen to me."

   "OK."

   "Put your spear in your left hand and slowly pull your sword."

   He did and I did the same.

   "Which way is the wind blowing?"

   "Huh?  It's blowing in my face.  I think that's out of the north.  What
difference does it make?"

   "The bird can't instantly fly.  He needs to run to get up to speed.  I'm
guessing he'll run with the wind and that's toward us."

   "Shit."

   The bird dipped his head and tore something off his breakfast prey.

   "He's eating something."

   "Yeah, he wouldn't be down here otherwise.  He's killed a young pig. 
We're going to steal his breakfast."

   "Are you crazy?"

   "No.  He's not that dangerous to us."

   The bird spread its wings and flapped a couple of times.

   "Damn!  He's going to fly!"

   "No, I call that display.  He's showing us how big he is.  His wings are
about six paces wide but his body's not much bigger than a huge turkey's."

   "Sheez, it's a fucking monster."

   "No, Matt, just a big bird.  We're going to split up.  You go to your
side all the way to the water.  I'll do the same.  When I signal, we'll
both start walking toward it, arms raised high with weapons.  It'll have
plenty of room to take off between us.  I'm betting it will."

   "What if it doesn't?  What if it attacks me?"

   "When it takes off, it will fold its legs up underneath.  If it does
just let it go.  It's not going to hurt you."

   "What if it doesn't?  Luck at those fucking claws."

   "If it comes toward you with legs down and talons extended, drop your
spear and swing your sword with both hands.  Aim for its legs.  I cut the
legs off one and then whacked off its head.  It's easy, Matt."

   "Shit!"

   "OK.  Now start walking.  To the water first, then arms up, toward the
bird.  And yell your loudest."

   The bird watched us get closer and then started running toward us.  It
spread its wings, got lift, flapped a few times, and then soared into the
air well before it got close to us.

   We walked to the bird's kill.  It was a young pig.  The bird had ripped
a lot of flesh off one hind leg.  The pig was also missing some other
things.  We both stood looking at it.  There were claw and beak wounds on
one side and a lot of blood from a throat injury.  I wished I could have
seen the bird kill the pig.  I knew the pig was much larger in the body
than the bird.

   "Hold my spear," I said.  "I'm going to drag it back to the rocks we
came through.  That's where we'll make base.  Later this morning, I'm going
to butcher us some pig for supper.  Tonight we're going to have a roaring
fire and we're going to eat pig.  When the Mouseketeers come tomorrow, I'm
sending a ham back with them."

   The bird had quite evidently pecked out one of the pig's eyes.  There
was also skin hanging where its scrotum should have been.

   "Damn, it's a male but where are his balls?"

   "In the bird's belly."

   "Shit!"

   "I wish I hadn't killed the other one.  I think they're really harmless
to us."

   I dragged the pig back near the large boulders and then we walked the
sandy area looking for footprints.  There were none.  The bird must have
attacked the pig as soon as it wandered out into the open.  Nothing else
had yet wandered out onto the isthmus.

   We returned to where I wanted us to set up a guard post.  I slid my
sword back into the holster, leaned my spear against a rock, took off the
sword holster, and pulled my rain cape over my head.  The air was cold and
the wind was blowing from the north but I was sweating a little.  I pulled
my tunic up, stretched my tights down and hooked them behind my balls, and
then held my penis while I had a good piss.  Matt did the same.  We stood
there pissing and shivering and smiling at each other.

   "This world is ours, Matt," I said.  "All we've got to do is claim it."

   We sat in a half-sheltered spot against big rocks and ate breakfast,
cold fried rabbit and bread and it was delicious.  Afterwards, I managed to
start a fire with the kindling from home and we gradually fed it small and
then larger driftwood until we had a smoky but roaring fire going.  After
that we kept our eyes on the isthmus to the northwest of us and gathered
driftwood to keep the fire blazing.  Nothing much happened until about
noon.

   I was dragging driftwood back to the fire and Matt was walking away from
the fire when he saw it.  A bear came meandering out of the rocks on the
other end of the isthmus onto the long sandy stretch.  It stopped and stood
up when it saw us.

   "David, it's a bear!" he yelled.  "It's a god damned fucking monster!"

   "No, Matt.  It's just a hungry bear looking for something to eat.  Just
stand your ground.  I'm going get my bow."

   I was back beside him in seconds with an arrow already notched in the
Brute.  The bear dropped down on all fours and started swinging its head
from side to side.  I could hear it sniffing.

   "Why is he doing that?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe it's trying to pick up a scent.  Listen to me
carefully.  We're going to scare it off.  If it charges, it's going to eat
an arrow.  If that doesn't stop it, hold your spear with both hands and
shove it in its chest.  I'd rather not have to kill it."

   "Damn.  How can we scare him?  He looks like he's about as big as we
are."

   "It's not a he.  It's a she.  If it stands up again, look at its belly.
If it was a male, you would see something on his lower belly.  Are you
ready to scare it away?"

   "Me?  Shit!  What can I do?"

   "Pick up some rocks.  We're both going to yell at her.  You're going to
throw rocks.  If it comes this way, I told you, I'll feed it an arrow
instead of breakfast."

   "I was a pitcher on my high school baseball team but I never dreamed I'd
be throwing rocks at a fucking bear."

   We advanced on the bear, holding our arms up in the air.  It stood
watching us for a moment.  Matt started throwing rocks at it.  We both
yelled as loud as we could.  It turned and ambled back in the rocks and out
of sight.

   In the middle of the afternoon I judged that the day was as warm as it
was going to get and I wanted something good for supper.  I asked Matt to
keep watch and I stood near the fire and stripped.  I carried my spear into
the water and started prying oysters off the rocks.  The wind was still
blowing from the north and small waves made it difficult to see underwater.
After I pried the oysters off the rocks, I had to pick them up underwater
and I was constantly bending over with my face almost in the water and one
arm groping for the oyster.  I threw then out on the sandy part of the
isthmus and Matt picked them up and put them in a backpack.  I managed to
get thirty nice size oysters before the cold water and wind drove me back
to the fire.

   "I hope you'll eat oysters," I said, shivering and trying to get warm
around our fire.

   "Yeah, I'll eat them," he said and grinned.  "I'll eat anything that
doesn't eat me first."

   Dinner was warm sourdough bread from home, raw and baked oysters, and
slices of pig liver and pork grilled at spear point over the open fire.  I
was sitting there on a driftwood log, wrapped in a warm rain cape, a
contented belly full of meat and oysters and bread when something finally
dawned on me.  I had not even felt the cool response when we chased the
raptor or the bear away.

   We sat there side by side leaning back on the log and swapped stories
for a while.  I had made a mistake when I chose the place for the fire.  I
wanted the fire to warm the rocks close by, hoping that the radiated heat
would make sleeping more comfortable.  It was doing that.  The problem was
that the constant northerly wind kept blowing the smoke directly onto the
rocks and we had to sit on the north side of the fire to avoid being smoked
too.  Still, I was relatively comfortable wearing most of the clothes I had
brought and the log was a little shelter from the constant wind.

   Matt told me about his missions in Islamistan.  He was a team member on
the first and team leader on the second and third.  His first was an
extraction, second was an elimination, and third was an extraction again.
They eliminated a mullah-fucker, his words, without a hitch, along with
some other guys, and then covered what they had done with a big explosion.
He had no idea whether his team had escaped on his third mission and he
felt like a failure for getting bounced out of the truck.  I could only
tell him what we both knew: shit happens.

   I told him about my Army experiences, particularly the one when I killed
the seven jihadists and how that led me to be assigned to the special
sniper school.  Then I told him about killing Grand Ayatollah Muqtada
al-Badr and how I had been trapped in the hotel, thought I was blown up,
and then woke up here.

   "Damn, man, you're just shitting me; aren't you, about killing Ayatollah
Bad-Ass?"

   "No, Matt, I'm not shitting you.  You're too big a turd."

   I looked at him and he was grinning as big as I was.  I let my assertion
sink in and then told him where it happened.

   "Seriously, Matt, I was assigned to a sniper school in Arizona where we
were trained to take out the religious leaders of the jihad.  I killed
Al-Badr when he came out the door of the Imam al-Hussein Shrine in Mamoon
after mid-day prayers.  Our disinformation services planted the story that
it was the other religious sect which did the job.

   "And you were sent here immediately after you did it?  Do you know what
happened afterwards?"

   "No, Iain was sent here a month later.  He said the two sects were at
each other and it looked like their unified expansion efforts were
collapsing.  That's the latest info I've heard."

   "Man, it stopped their expansion in its tracks.  They're doing their
best to kill each other and we're all trying to help them."

   "Matt, we might as well think of our old lives as something like bad
dreams.  We're here and we're going to be here for the rest of our lives.
The challenge facing us now is how to survive and give our children and
grandchildren a good start in this world.  We've got to be a loving caring
family to do that."

   He yawned and infected me.  I yawned back and stood up, unrolled my
blanket, and waited for Matt to unroll his.

   "Matt, we can sleep apart under a single blanket or we can sleep close
together under two blankets.  We'll be warmer sharing body heat under two.
The temp may get down to freezing tonight.  Which do you prefer?"

   "Sleeping together is OK with me.  Don't we need to stand watch?"

   "No, I don't think so.  I think the bears and wolves and pigs are
diurnal, not nocturnal.  I know we'll be safe from the raptors.  We do need
to keep the fire going.  Help me feed it during the night."

   He nodded.  We put our blankets together, lay down side by side with our
heads on backpack pillows, and pulled the blankets up over our shoulders. I
pushed him over on his side and moved up as close to him as I could.  He
bent his right leg and I spooned up to his butt with my right leg over his
left and my arm around his chest.  He took my hand in his and held them
close to his chest.  I closed my eyes and relaxed.

   In a few minutes, Matt whispered to me.  "David, you talked about me
finding a mate in one of the five women who are coming here.  I guess
you're assuming I'm straight like you but I'm not.  I've had sex with both
guys and girls."

   "Which one do you like better?"

   "Shit.  I don't know.  Sex is sex.  It's always good no matter which one
you're doing it with."

   "Yeah, I know.  I've done it with both too"

   "You're kidding me.  You seem like the straightest guy I've ever known."

   "Matt, when we get back, ask Aimee to let you listen to something Iain
said about love and sex and how we all change over time.  I think you'll
find a lot of wisdom in it."

   "Have you done it with him, Iain, I mean?"

   "Yeah.  I've sucked his dick and he's returned the favor.  I've never
fucked him, never fucked another guy.  Assholes just don't turn me on."

   "Has anybody ever fucked you?"

   "No."

   "You ought to try it sometimes.  You should get some big-dicked guy to
fuck you and another one to suck you off at the same time.  You've never
had a good orgasm until you try that."

   "Which one do you want to do, fuck me or suck me off?"

   "Neither tonight.  I'm tired and I'm beginning to get warm and I'm going
to sleep.  Maybe tomorrow."

   "Uh, uh, tomorrow it's your turn to get in the water and get us some
more oysters.  It'll take a day or two to thaw out your dick."

   "Shit!"

   "Matt, I know you want sex.  We all do.  It's part of what we are. 
Sooner or later, you're going to want to have love too.  Just try to be
patient.  I think some of the ladies will show you a little love and let
you have sex with them.  Who knows?  The next arrival may be the one for
you.  Maybe Jean-Nicole will end up with you and the next arrival will sink
her claws in Toby.  If we try, we can all be happy together."

   "What if Toby and I get it on?"

   "I'm not going to tell anybody else what they can and can't do about
sex. It's too damn complicated.  Just try not to cause any hard feelings."

   "If I suck your dick, what will Anna say?"

   "She'll probably watch and then expect you to lick her pussy?  Will
you?"

   "Yeah, I've gone muff diving before.  I like it."

   "So do I.  She'd probably watch while I suck your dick.  She's done that
before."

   "Damn, you mean you sucked dick while your wife watched."

   "Well, I don't think she really watched that much.  She had her head
between another female's legs."

   "Damn, I don't believe this."

   "Matt, we're setting our own moral code when it comes to love and sex.
We don't let religion do it.  As long as it's consensual and nobody gets
hurt, it's OK with me."

   "Well, I've talked a few girls...and guys too...into it and I don't
think I hurt anybody.  I'm not that kind of guy."

   "Matt, I've got one question for you.  How many females have ever been
Navy Seals?"

   "None as far as I know.  It's an all-male outfit and you bond with the
other guys."

   "Well, think about that for a moment.  Maybe you just haven't had the
opportunity to meet a loving woman.  I'm about ready for sleep but I've got
one more thing to say.  Right now I'm the sole leader of this group when it
comes to decisions about how to protect everybody.  Iain's co-leader when
we make decisions about everything else.  He's got a brain like you
wouldn't believe.  I'm hoping you'll join with us as a leader.  We're going
to need somebody with your skills and strength when we start moving onto
the mainland.  Iain and I usually go for walks and talk about what needs to
be done.  I'd like you to go with us and join with us."

   "David, I'm not going to be much good at making decisions until I learn
more about this place and all of you."

   "Well, think on it.  Maybe a Navy seal and an Army sniper can work
together with a guy from another universe and culture and make this colony
prosper.  Now let's get some sleep.  I'm tired."

   Dawn broke clear and cold and the wind had stopped.  My internal alarm
clock awakened me at first light but I lay there reluctant to move.  Matt
was spooned up to my butt and I was reasonably warm.  I had fed the fire a
couple of times during the night and Matt had fed it at least once.  I'd
pissed and shivered once during the night and my bladder wanted to be
relieved again.  I reluctantly pushed his arm off my chest and sat up.  I
looked toward the east and saw that the sun had not yet peeked over the
horizon.

   "Matt, if you can, sleep a while longer.  I'll watch for critters."

   He grunted and I assumed that meant yes.  He drew his long legs up,
pulled the blanket over his head, and then then made himself a breathing
hole.

   I walked a few yards away and had a good piss even though the cold
threatened to make my dick crawl back up in my body.  I grabbed my spear
and started surveying the sand for tracks.  The wind had almost erased our
tracks from the previous day and I saw no new ones.

   I was hungry.  I returned to the fire, fed it again, sliced off enough
liver and ham for both of us, washed the sand off in sea water, put the
meat on spear points, and propped them almost in the fire.  We still had a
few oysters so I placed all except two almost in the fire.  I shucked one
and had a delicious cold raw one almost too big to go in my mouth.  I stood
surveying our world, occasionally glancing at our breakfast and then along
the isthmus for critters.  My nose smelled the meat cooking.  My stomach
growled.

   Matt sat up, looked at me, looked at breakfast, and stood up.  He walked
a few yards away, pissed, shivered, and returned to the fire.  He smiled at
me and I smiled back.  The meat looked almost done.  I sliced the last of
our bread and put it on a log near the fire to warm.  I shucked the last
raw oyster for Matt, had a baked oyster, Matt had a baked one, I had
another, Matt another, and we finished off breakfast with bread and liver
and ham slices.

   "Matt, I usually have to shit after breakfast," I said.  "If you have to
do it, go back in the rocks, dig a hole, crap in it, and cover it up.  Shit
stinks and we don't need any critters getting a whiff of us.  They know
where there's shit, there something big enough to eat."

   "Did you bring toilet paper?" he asked, grinning.  I ignored him.

   We walked the sandy part of the isthmus again looking for tracks and for
driftwood big enough to burn.  After crossing the sand, we climbed up on a
huge boulder, stood side by side, and looked toward the mainland.

   "That's our new world, Matt," I said.  "All we've got to do it claim it.
We've already found a place over there to build our first outpost."

   "What will we build it out of?"

   "Stone.  There's a place where there's a lot of sedimentary rocks in
layers that will be easy to bust loose.  We're going to make cement out of
oyster shells and sand.  I think we can make something strong enough to
stand up to anything."

   As we walked back toward out base camp, I kept seeing all sorts of sea
shells with something in them washed up on the sand and I thought of
something to try.  I made a sling or pocket in the front of my rain cape
and started picking up the various kinds, not the small ones, but the ones
large enough to have something worth eating in them.  Matt probably knew
what I had in mind.  He started helping me.  By the time we were back to
base, we had quite a collection.  I piled my mixture of shells down near
the fire and Matt dumped his too.

   "What are we going to do with them?" he asked.

   "I'm going to eat some for lunch.  We need to try everything that's
edible in this world.  We may have to eat them some day."

   "Let's send some back to Jean-Nicole and let her see if she can do
something with them."

   "Good idea.  When the kids get here, we'll let them pick some up.  I
think they'll get a kick out of trying to eat them."

   A little after mid-morning, I heard the singing of the Mouseketeers
before they came into view.  They were singing the hi-ho song at the top of
their lungs to let us know they were coming.  When they walked out of the
boulders, I couldn't help but smile at them: three young boys out on a
grand adventure, striding along with heads high.  Pyotr was leading the way
and that surprised me.  They were all dressed in Sherwood Forest attire
complete with a Robin Hood hat with a feather in it.  They all had bows and
arrows on their back and a spear in their right hand and they all were
lugging a bunch of empty gourds to carry oysters back home.

   I hugged them and kissed them on the cheeks and watched as they went to
Matt next.  He looked a little uncomfortable but he hugged them close and
kissed them, maybe an air kiss, on the cheeks.

   "Who's leader?" I asked and they knew what I meant.

   "Pyotr's leader," James said.  "He didn't want to be but Toby and I
outvoted him.  He knows he's responsible for getting us back home before
dark."

   "OK, Pyotr, report!"

   "Yes, sir!  Iain's already replaced the damaged what-cha-ma-callit. 
Aimee says the weather is expected to be clear and sunny over the next few
days and, if it is, she can have the shield back up by tonight.  She says
you can start back tomorrow morning and, if you feel the shield when you go
through it, you'll know it's OK for you to come home."

   "Have you guys seen anything?" James asked.

   I led them through the rocks to where I had put the pig carcass.

   "Damn, it's a pig," Toby said.  "Who whacked him up like that?"

   "Well, first a big raptor bird killed it but we chased it away and stole
its breakfast.  Then a bear wanted it but Matt and I chased it away too," I
answered.

   "You chased a bear away this time?" James asked.

   "Yeah, it was a female and lots smaller.  Matt threw rocks at it and
chased it away."

   James looked closer at the pig.  "Shit, it's a male but what happened to
his balls?"

   "Big Bird ate them and one eyeball and part of one leg.  I cut open his
belly to get his liver and cut some slices off the hind leg for me and
Matt. We had fresh liver and ham slices grilled before a wood fire last
night.  Delicious.  Would you like some for lunch?"

   "Hot damn, I hope no fucking big bird eats my balls." Toby said.

   "Why?" Pyotr asked.  "I hear Jean-Nicole eats them almost every night."

   "Naah, she just gnaws on them."

   I decided to harvest oysters before lunch.  I knew the temperature would
be higher later in the day but I wanted the Mouseketeers to be well on
their way home by then.  They wanted to harvest the oysters.  I asked if
they'd brought the string.  They wanted to know what string and why?  I
told them they needed to tie strings around their dicks before they got in
the cold water.  Why?  So they could pull their dicks back out of their
bellies later.  I knew James had heard it before but he didn't let on to
Pyotr.

   Three beautiful naked shivering young kids pried oysters off rocks and
pitched them up on the sand.  Matt picked them up and brought them to me. I
used Little Boy to cut the muscle and slide them into the funnel I'd made
from a gourd.  Most of the oysters were huge and healthy looking and I
quickly filled six gourds with raw oysters.

   The Mouseketeers returned to the fire, turned around like a spit, and
thawed out their frozen parts, little dicks and balls trying to crawl back
up in their stomachs.  They had just put their clothes back on and were
warming at the fire when I heard Matt yell.

   "David, the bear's back!"

   The bear again walked out from the rocks partway on the sand spit, stood
up, looked around, dropped to all fours, and sniffed the air.  I felt sorry
for her.  I knew she was doing the same thing we were: looking for food.  I
decided to be good to her.

   "Mouseketeers, bows!" I said and watched as they quickly grabbed their
bows and notched an arrow.

   "Matt, spear!" I said and he understood.  He dropped everything else and
held his spear in both hands.

   "I'm going to walk toward her.  The rest of you follow about ten feet
behind me.  Don't shoot unless she charges me.  When I get close, I'm going
to give her something."

   I went to the pig carcass, cut off the mangled hind leg, sliced off a
big hunk for our lunch, and then walked toward the bear, spear in right
hand, pig leg in left.  She eyed me curiously and I knew she understood
what I was holding out toward her.  She stood her ground.  When I was about
twenty feet away, I threw the leg to her.  She quickly grabbed it in her
jaws, turned, and ran back in the boulders.  She didn't even say thank you.
I couldn't help but grin.  I hadn't felt the cool response this time
either.

   I was hungry again and I estimated it was close enough to mid-day.  I
raked out a spot in the fire and we dumped some of the sea shells in it and
covered it up with glowing coals.  We sat and talked until I guestimated
that the sea creatures were cooked.  I asked the Mouseketeers to rake them
out of the fire and then I found me a couple of rocks to crack the shells.
A couple of whacks with a rock and the shell cracked enough for me to use
Little Boy to extract the meat.  I blew it cooler, stuck it in my mouth,
and chewed.  And chewed.  And chewed some more, part just a delay to hold
them in suspense.  Finally I swallowed, smiled at them, and reached for
another sea critter.

   After we all tried the sea critter smorgasbord, we had more raw and
baked oysters, more pig liver and meat, and fresh bread from home.  We
saved the other stuff the Mouseketeers had brought us for later.  We all
ate oysters, even a raw one or two, and liver and pork slices and groaned
about how good it all was.  Nobody hesitated to eat what we could find. 
Youth and cold make great appetizers.

   The three Mouseketeers left a short while after lunch, laden down with
the other hind leg off the pig, a bundle of sea shell critters, and a bunch
of stoppered gourds full of oysters dangling from a big bamboo pole.  I
knew they would be exhausted when they got home but I also knew they would
keep at it until they got back well before dark.

   Matt and I scoured the sandy part of the isthmus for more driftwood
after the kids left.  Almost all of it was found on the south side and that
told me that currents were pushing up from the south, maybe bringing warm
sea water toward our mountain home.  I knew sea currents affected shore
temperatures in much of our old world and maybe our winters would not be
too severe.

   Matt and I stood and sat around the rest of the afternoon.  I decided to
tell him about some of the others and the problems they had before coming
here.  I told him how I met Anna at the secret training base and how I
believed we were intended to be a team and how I became depressed when she
wasn't the second to arrive.  I told him about Iain and how he had been
sent here by his parents instead of back to his old universe and how
Caitlyn had loved him enough to follow.  I admitted that I had been so
depressed and frustrated with him that I had almost raped him and how much
I regretted that.  Then, after James arrived, when Iain told me how and why
I was here, our friendship had righted itself and gotten stronger ever
since.

   I told him how James had never had parents and had killed his foster
father because he was sick of being sexually abused and how I had tried to
show him a father's love to heal his suffering.  Then Anna came and I was
content to be here.  Iain was content after Caitlyn came to him, except
that she was so sexually repressed that we had to decide how to break down
her walls.

   I told him about Toby's despair after watching his parents doom
themselves with drugs and how I had tried to give him a father's love to
help him.  Now I was as proud of James and Toby as though they were my own
sons.

   I asked him if he could be happy with a woman like Jean-Nicole and he
smiled and nodded.  I told him how she had been treated like a caged animal
by her religious-fanatic parents and how she had managed to break free with
us.  When I told him that she had just moved in with Toby and my guess was
that they might be only temporary lovers, he smiled, maybe thinking of her
and the possibilities.

   I told him about Sam, Samantha, that she came to us as the teenager from
hell, unhappy with us and with everything we tried to do.  Then I had tried
tough love and made her act as a scullery maid in order to eat.  Finally
James had been the one who showed her the love and kindness which brought
her out of her hell and my guess was that their relationship might well
turn out to be permanent.

   Last I told him about Pyotr and Petra, how they had had almost no
parental love and thus had developed a strong love for each other, how they
had almost been sold into sexual slavery, and had killed their step father
to escape.  They came to us at the same time and had been together, even
sexually, since and we were all accepting of it.  They had both said they
eventually expected to find other mates.

   I wasn't trying to convince Matt of anything.  All I wanted to do was to
let him know some of the problems the others had endured in their old world
and how Anna and I had tried to help them to be happy in our new world. 
Perhaps he convinced himself of something.  He held out his hand to me for
a handshake.  That wasn't what I wanted from him.  I pulled him against me,
wrapped my arms around him with my cheek against his, and hugged him as
hard as I could.  He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed back.

   "David, I don't want to be leader, not of all this group.  Sounds to me
like you and Anna are doing a damn good job.  I'll be patient until you can
make me a part of the group.  You be leader; I'll be follower."

   "Uh, uh, Matt, I don't want you to be a follower.  I want you to help me
lead.  My first job here is to act as a protector for everybody.  I need
some help in doing that.  I need you to help me lead."

   "OK.  I'll try.  Just be patient with me."

   "Sure," I whispered in his ear.  Then I really surprised him.

   I leaned back and kissed him on the mouth.  He pulled away for a second
but I yanked him back and kissed him again, this time, with my tongue
asking entry to his mouth.  He opened to me and we started to lose our
consciousness of anything except our bodies and their response to the kiss.

   Finally I pushed him away and grinned at him.

   "Shit, David.  Don't do that.  Don't get me started."

   "What, Matt?  That was just a simple kiss between friends.  I just
wanted to welcome you into the family."

   We ate some of Jean-Nicole's good cooking for supper and then sat and
watched as the light faded and night began to descend.  We both watched as
billions and billions of diamonds filled the sky.  After a while the
half-moon crept over the eastern horizon.  I stood up, shuffled up to the
fire, and pulled my tunic up and my tights down.  I let my dick and balls
get warm and then I wrapped my hand around my warm dick and started
stroking it.  Matt watched.

   "Come join me," I said and he did.

   We stood there side by side slowly stroking our penises and watching
what the other was doing.  When mine grew into a full-blown hard-on, I
started stroking faster.  Matt watched me and stroked his faster too.  I
wasn't in a race.  I just wanted a little something to help me sleep
better.

   I had been pondering something to make Matt feel more at ease with us,
particularly with me.  I wasn't sure where it would lead but I wanted to do
something.  I took my hand off my penis, reached over, and wrapped it
around Matt's.  He looked at me questioningly.  I pointed at my naked penis
with my left hand and said, "Circle jerk."

   He reached over with his left hand, wrapped it around my penis, and
slowly stroked back and forth.  When he looked at my face, I smiled at him
and he smiled back.  We stood there with our hands on each other's dicks
for a moment, slowly stroking.  I decided to go ahead and do the other
thing I'd been thinking about.

   I knelt in from of Matt, held his penis straight out toward my face, and
took it in my mouth.  I sucked and stroked and licked for a minute or so.
In the cold, his scrotum was already drawn up and tight.  It felt like half
an orange in my hand.  He put his hands on my shoulders and I felt his
fingers digging in.

   I had no intention of giving him a blow-job.  I stood up in front of
him, put my hands on his shoulders, and pushed down.  He knelt in front of
me and used his tongue and mouth and hands on my dick and balls for a
moment.  I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed my dick in a little too
far.  He pulled back, almost gagging.

   "Sorry `bout that," I said.

   "Shit!  I can't deep-throat, David," he said.

   I pulled him up and we again stood side by side grinning at each other.
Maybe he understood what I was trying to convey, that I accepted him as he
was and I wasn't really different and I wanted to be his friend.  I came
first and squirted out a few white strings directly into the fire.  Matt
came a few seconds later.  Our semen sizzled in the flames and came back up
in foul-smelling smoke and steam.

   My dick gradually lost its hardness and I squeezed the last drops of
semen out of the tubes.  Matt watched, looked up and me, grinned, and
cleared his pipes too.  A minute or so later, we walked away from the fire,
had a good piss, wrapped up against the cold, and went back to the fire and
to bed.  He spooned up to my butt, put his right leg over my left and put
his arm over my chest.  I took his hand in mine, kissed it, and held them
both close to my heart.

   Why did he feel like he needed to tell me about his past?  Fucking
around with both guys and girls.  Who does he think I am?  Some sort of
fucking priest, fucking altar boys one minute and absolving some stupid
sucker of his sins the next.  If what he did was a sin, I've sinned too,
maybe just not as much.  Shit, how can any religion decide what is a sin. I
can't.  Well maybe some things, like fucking innocent children.

   Why do religions have to define some human activities as sins and then
say that some god will punish you with eternal fire if you don't get
absolved of your sin?  Shit!  No man can absolve another of sin or whatever
you call it.  Maybe having to carry the burden of what you did through life
is enough of a punishment.

   David Guerrier.  Anna liked it.  Said that's what we are.  Warriors
fighting to forge a family in a strange new world.  Maybe that's what we
are but sometimes I still feel like David Blunderbuss.  Blundering through
life trying to do what's right.  Still trying to make my parents and
grandparents proud of me.  Not knowing sometimes what's right and wrong and
what to do to make things right.  Just trying to do my best in this world.
Like conniving with Anna and James to get Sam to join us and become part of
the family.  They're a beautiful young couple and they seem happy with each
other.  That was the right thing to do.

   Did I do what's right with Matt?  I want him to feel part of our family.
Why did he think what he did with guys in the past was a sin?  I've sinned
the same way except I've never thought of it as a sin, just a boy and then
a man trying to cope with the demands of my own sexual needs.

   That was a hell of a way to bond with him, David Guerrier, sucking his
dick.  You should have talked to him, told him that you didn't care what
his past was like, just his future with us.  But actions speak louder than
words.  I was just trying to show him that there's not much difference
between us.  I'm not the straightest guy he's ever known.  I know I still
love Iain and I can't deny it.  Just not act on it.  What's the difference?
I know I love James and Toby too.  I feel like they're my sons and I'm
damned proud of them and the men they're becoming.

   But I know I love Anna the most.  Anna Guerrier.  Good name.  Not Anna
Conda.  Always standing beside me facing our future.  With her I know I can
do what somebody evidently expected me to do, to lead this colony of humans
and protect them and provide for them.  Shit, I can do it.  It's going to
be a wonderful life with her and children and grandchildren.  I can be
content when I die, knowing I did my best in this life, just not fucking it
up too much.

   The next morning, we had breakfast out of the last of the food from
home. With Matt's help, I butchered the pig enough to put the choice parts
in two backpacks.  We started toward home, slowed down when we approached
the spot where the shield was usually effective, and then felt the
static-electricity effect when we passed through.  A little after
mid-morning, we walked in the front door at home, dirty, smelling of sweat
and smoke and other stuff, tired but so damn glad to be home again. 
Almost.

   Lucky barked and came running to us.  His retinue followed.  Anna almost
threw herself at me.  I wrapped my love up in my arms, buried my face in
her hair, and held her as close to me as possible.  Now, I was home.

   We sat in the kitchen and told the crowd about our two days and nights
on the isthmus.  Jean-Nicole and Anna washed the pig parts and put them in
the refrigerator room.  After that, we were led to the shower by everybody
else and thoroughly washed and dried.  James and Toby tied loincloths
around our waists and we joined the others for a lunch of leftovers. 
Jean-Nicole promised we would have a very good dinner later.  Next we were
led to separate beds in the bedchamber where Anna and I slept.  We were
kissed and hugged and told that we should take a nap and someone would call
us for dinner.

   After two nights of struggling to sleep in the cold and being aware that
a dangerous animal might wander upon us, I was ready for a good afternoon
nap.  Sometime later, I was awakened by two half-naked young females, Sam
and Petra, crawling in the bed with me and rubbing their tits against me
and groping my good parts and giggling and not stopping when I told them to
because they knew I didn't mean it.  I finally gave up and crawled out of
bed and stood up.

   Matt was still in bed watching.  The two sirens didn't let him escape.
They gave him the same treatment.  He had half a hard-on when he stood up,
just like me.  They weren't through with us.  They led us to the toilet,
watched as we stood side by side and had a good piss, led us to the
bathroom, wiped off our faces, brushed our hair, put a loin cloth over our
still half-way hard-ons, and led us to the kitchen.  I smelled dinner when
we were going down the hallway.

   Matt and I were carefully seated at an empty table for six, me on one
side in the middle seat, him on the opposite side facing me.  This was new.
It soon came evident what the others had planned.  The two seats beside me
were occupied at various times during dinner by different couples, all
intent on serving and feeding me and making sure I had everything I wanted.
Matt received the same treatment and we sat their grinning at each other
between courses

   The first course for dinner that night was bouillabaisse stew or soup
made with all sorts of sea critters in a broth with tomatoes, onions, and
potatoes.  Quite good.  That was followed by scalloped oysters made with
crusty bread in a white sauce.  Delicious.  The third course was pork
scaloppini with lemon.  Outstanding.  Jean-Marie had been using lots of
lemons in cooking since the Mouseketeers found the lemon trees while
exploring.  Side dishes with the entrée were potatoes sautéed with garlic
and olive oil and mixed greens steamed just to tenderness and seasoned with
olive oil and cheese.  And we had fresh sourdough bread with all this.  We
ate like kings.

   After dinner, I noticed James and Toby watching Anna.  Finally she
nodded at them and they left the dining room.  The sirens came for Matt and
me and led us out into the hallway.  James and Toby were standing just
outside the door collecting loincloths.  I had no idea what we were going
to do naked but I didn't care.

   Then Aimee lowered the lights and I heard "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" and
I started to ask Anna to dance with me.  Surprise.  She pushed me away,
winked at me, and chose Matt.  I stood and waited until the song was over
expecting that everyone was going to change partners.  I was right. 
Caitlyn came for me and Iain dropped out.  Before the dance was over, six
tunes, I had taken a turn with each of the females.  I noticed that more
than one male was sporting something that made close dancing difficult. 
Some were pointing almost straight up.  Mine was half hard again or still.

   The lights came back up and we all stood there naked, the guys, at
least, ready to do the horizontal mambo.  I didn't know who was in charge
or what was planned for the rest of the evening.  Anna was in charge.

   "Matt, we occasionally get together to play at sex," she said.  "Each
time we play a different sort of game and that's going to be true tonight.
The ladies have decided what we're going to do.  Are you willing to play by
our rules?  Are the rest of you guys willing to do what we say?"

   Yes, mother, yes ma'am, uh huh, and some other positive answers.

   "OK.  Tonight we're going to separate into two groups.  The women will
be the do-ers.  The men will be the do-ees.  There are six men and only
five women and we're going to do you guys two at a time.  Matt and David
will be first since they just spent a couple of cold days and nights
protecting the rest of us.  Are there any questions before we all go in the
lounge?"

   Toby raised his hand.  "Yeah, what are we going to do?"

   "You're not going to do anything, dummy," Jean-Nicole said.  "When your
turn comes, you're going to lay there flat on your back and the do-ers are
going to do whatever they want to do to you.  OK?"

   "Gimme a blowjob?" he asked.

   "You cannot even ask us to do something, Toby," Sam said, and I knew the
ladies had cooperated in planning tonight's fun.  "You've just got to grin
and bear it."

   Toby pushed his pelvis forward.  His penis was stiff as a spear and
pointing at the ceiling.  "Like this?"

   Jean-Nicole slapped him gently on the back of his head.  He yelled like
it really hurt.

   A female sprite named Petra held both our hands and led Matt and me into
the lounge.  I turned once and looked behind and saw that the other four
females were also leading a male.  When I saw what had been prepared in the
lounge, I think my penis lifted up another notch or two.  There were two
mattresses arranged side by side surrounded by couches and loveseats and
chairs.  We were led straight to the mattresses and stood waiting while the
other guys were led in and told where to sit.  None of the females sat.  I
wondered if all five were going to be do-ers to six do-ees.

   All assembled, Petra and Sam put their hands up high on two guy's
shoulders and pressed down.  Matt and I lay down on our backs. 
Immediately, they tucked pillows under our necks.  They were the first
do-ers.  They nudged out legs apart with their feet, knelt between our
knees, and looked down at our play pretties.  Sam proceeded to examine my
penis and testicles, touching lightly, looking with an intent gaze on her
face, almost as though she'd never seen a hard dick before.  I lay there
first admiring the freckles on her face, then looking at her beautiful
breasts, and then trying to catch a glimpse of what she had hidden behind
that little patch of red pubic hair.

   "Can you forgive me for making you wash dishes, Sam?" I asked.

   "David, there's nothing to forgive.  I was acting like a spoiled little
bitch.  I'm not stupid.  I knew what you were doing."

   "Are you happy with James?  Is he a good lover?"

   "Yes and yes.  I never knew a guy could be so kind and patient and
gentle.  He makes sex so good for me.  He doesn't fuck me; he makes love to
me.  Did you talk him into what he did with me?"

   "A little.  James is a very loving young man."

   "I agree.  Now shut up.  I'm about to do something so I can't talk.

   And with that, she leaned over, cupped one hand under my testicles, held
my penis straight up with the other, tugged my foreskin back, and took the
uncovered head in her mouth.  I shut my eyes, put my hands together on my
stomach, and enjoyed her efforts.  Just when it was getting really good, I
heard Aimee call time and I opened my eyes.  Time for what?

   Sam and Petra swapped places and my dick was in Petra's mouth in just a
few seconds.  She pretended to have trouble getting the big head in her
little mouth.  I wondered how much trouble she'd have getting the big head
in her little pussy.  She played with my balls and sucked on the head of my
dick for about thirty seconds and then Aimee called time again.  I wondered
what the hell was going on.

   Petra moved up over my chest, squirmed around until her little pussy was
right over my face.  At the same time, Jean-Nicole crawled up between my
legs.  I glanced over and saw Sam over Matt's face and Caitlyn just
kneeling between his legs.

   I could do it.  I could lick pussy while somebody sucked my dick.  I
reached up, put my hands on Petra's hips, and pulled her pussy down to my
tongue.  She slapped my hands away from her hips.  I looked up at her face.

   "You can't do that, David.  You're a do-ee.  You can't use your hands.
I'll let you use your tongue and that's all."

   I thought it was a little silly but I obeyed and put my hands back
together on my stomach.  She lowered her hips slowly until her wide-spread
thighs were on each side of my head and her open pussy was there for my
tongue.  I started licking.  I shut my eyes and licked her pussy while
Jean-Nicole sucked my dick.  But, damn, Aimee called time again.  It
couldn't have been more than thirty seconds.

   This time there was a double swap.  Caitlyn swapped with Jean-Nicole and
I watched as Jean-Nicole began sucking Matt's dick and Caitlyn began
sucking mine.  Matt caught me looking and smiled a really big grin.  Then
Caitlyn wiped the smile off my face.  I couldn't smile anyway.  I was
licking Sam's pussy this time.  Hands together on my stomach, Sam's pussy
on my face, Caitlyn's lips and tongue on my dick: I liked this game.

   Then something happened that I liked even more.  Caitlyn and Sam and
Petra moved off the mattresses.  Jean-Nicole remained.  Anna moved on.  The
two of them hugged each other and whispered back and forth.  Somehow they
decided.

   Jean-Nicole straddled my hips.  Anna straddled Matt's.  They looked at
each other, nodded, and within seconds my dick was buried to the balls in
Jean-Nicole's pussy.  Matt looked at me as though he couldn't believe what
Anna was doing.  His dick was hidden in her and she was just sitting there.
Two females looked at each other, propped their hands on two guy's chests,
giggled, and went for a ride.  Matt and I just laid there side by side with
our hands on our stomachs and let the do-ers do us poor do-ees.

   I looked to each side.  Iain and Pyotr were sitting on a couch on one
side, nursing two hard-ons.  James and Toby were slouched down on a couch
on the other side, long legs extended, right hands slowly stroking two
rampant dicks.  Sam and Caitlyn were kneeling on each side of me and Matt,
Petra kneeling in the middle, watching the action.

   I opened my mouth and winked at Petra.  She crawled up and tried to
smother me with a warm breast.  She didn't have a good mouthful so I pursed
my lips and sucked on the nipple.  Caitlyn did Matt the same way.  Sam
knelt there and watched the fun.  And all the while, the two riders rode
hard.  Jean-Nicole used the same up-down, roll the hips motion as Anna. 
Maybe all women use it.  Maybe it tickles their clit just right.

   I heard moans and looked to the side.  Matt was quite evidently coming.
His hips were lifted inches off the mattress.  Anna was sitting still on
him, her face taut, not as though she was coming, but as though she was
getting a load of hot semen squirted on her cervix.  Aimee didn't call time
for once.  I looked back up and opened my mouth to Petra's little breast.
And Jean-Nicole continued to ride me slowly, watching what I was doing to
Petra.

   After a moment I looked to the side at Anna and Matt again.  He was
relaxed now and she was sitting still on him.  I caught her looking at me.
I opened my mouth, made a licking motion with my tongue, and beckoned her
to me with one finger.  She shook her head no.  I nodded yes.  She mouthed
"No, David," and I knew she was reluctant to let me do it with Matt's semen
in her.  I stuck my tongue out again, made a licking motion, and nodded
yes. She shook her head no.

   Sam watched us signaling to each other and settled the argument.  She
took Anna's hand, pulled her up, and pushed her over to me.  Jean-Nicole
stopped her ride for a moment to let Anna get in place.  She straddled my
head and settled her pussy down to my waiting mouth and tongue.  I knew
Matt's semen was deep in her vagina and, if it drooled out, it would
probably drip on my throat, not in my mouth.  All I wanted was to get my
tongue on her clitoris and that was inches away from the entrance to her
vagina.

   I used my hands even though it was forbidden and Anna didn't object.  I
put them on her thighs and pulled her down until I could easily lick upward
between the little lips to the red button of her clitoris.  Then I reached
up to her breasts, caught her nipples between thumb and finger on each
hand, and gently pinched.  She groaned.  Jean-Nicole resumed her ride and
groaned.  I groaned too, a sympathy groan.  It was all just too damn good.

   I felt something warm and viscous dropping down on my throat and I knew
that Anna's cup was overflowing.  I wondered what she would taste like
lower down, if I licked her around her vagina, if there was really a cream
pie down there.  I shifted my head, licked upward from her perineum to her
little nubbin, and I tasted what I knew had to be a mixture of Anna's
juices and Matt's semen.  Damn, the taste and smell went straight down to
my penis and more blood left my brain and went into my dick.

   Maybe that was the trigger that Anna needed pulled.  She started
quivering, whining, and then tried to smother me with her pussy.  I knew
she was coming and coming hard.  That was what I wanted and that was what
triggered me.  I reached down to Jean-Niccole, put my hands on her thighs,
and shoved her down on my dick.  Balls deep in her pussy, I unloaded in a
series of agonizingly-pleasurable pulsations.  My spasms were hardly over
before I felt Jean-Nicole's start and I thought she was going to break my
dick off.  She and Anna were both whining and groaning so, what the hell, I
echoed them again.

   After that, the evening was anti-climactic for me and Matt, at least for
a while.  We sat side by side on a couch, our dicks still swollen but
complacent, occasionally drooling out another little drop of semen, and
watched Pyotr and Iain get done by five doers.  That was five imaginative
do-ers.  I thought poor Pyotr was going to faint or drop dead when he came
in Jean-Nicole.  That was her second load of semen and I wondered if she
wanted a third.  A moment later, Iain gave up his load to Sam's riding
pussy.

   And still later, Iain and Pyotr sat on one side of the mattresses, Matt
and I sat on the other side, and we all watched James and Toby get ridden
hard and finally put out of their misery by Caitlyn and Petra.  As far as I
knew, Petra's pouting little pussy had never been anointed by anyone but
Pyotr.  From the way she groaned and grimaced and carried on, she didn't
seem to have any trouble riding Toby's bigger dick.

   Still later, I insisted.  Five women lay flat on their backs on the
mattresses while six guys licked them all to a final whining moaning
orgasm. I think all six guys licked the pussy of five gals; I know I did.

   My dick was rigidly stiff again when I finished and, like Matt, I wanted
a good fuck.  I didn't want to make love.  I wanted to fuck.  Anna obliged.
She lay spread-eagled while I eased my dick into her drooling pussy and
then she wrapped me up with her arms and legs.  I let the beast loose, she
bit down on my shoulder, and I shoved my dick in without mercy and finally
poured out my balls into her.

   When I looked up, we were in the middle of four other couples all doing
the same thing.  Matt was on top of Jean-Nicole and she had him all wrapped
up with her long arms and legs.; His ass was flying up and down as he
plowed her pussy.; I didn't even think of what the sixth guy might be doing
or where he was.  I didn't even think of which guy was fucking which girl.
I pulled Anna up and we staggered out of the lounge, down the hallway,
paused for a good piss, and then fell in bed together.  Before oblivion
swallowed me, I remember to say something to Anna.

   "I love you, Anna.  You're really one damn good fuck."

   "Thank you.  I love you when you're eloquent like that."

   Chapter Thirty-Nine

   I was surprised when Aimee announced the date as part of her morning
weather report: 01-01-02, New Year's Day, nine and one-half months after my
arrival, and the beginning of my second calendar year in this world.  I
immediately asked her to announce the date as part of each morning's
weather report from now on.

   Where did Festival go?  I had not even thought of it.  Each day was
essentially the same for us.  Our lives revolved around foraging, hunting,
fishing, gardening, lessons with Aimee, exercises and weapons training,
and, of course, constant playing.  We had no day of rest.  We rested
whenever we chose or perhaps when we had rainy or very cold weather.  We
had no news or weather channel to remind us of the date and the mess the
old world was in.  I, for one, did not miss them.

   Thinking back, I realized that Matt had arrived late in the twelfth
month and that Festival had begun just before the two of us rushed down to
the isthmus.  I don't suppose any of us had any special plans for Festival
or even whether anyone was aware that it was time for it.  Maybe the
welcoming reception Matt and I and the other guys had received as the
do-ees at the hands of the five do-ers was a good way to celebrate
Festival. Maybe something like that as part of a week of playing could
become our usual way of celebrating.

   At dinner that night, I asked if someone would form a three person
committee to begin plans for our second Festival.  Then I nominated Sam to
chair the committee.  She was elected by acclimation, with permission to
choose her other members.  I also asked for another three-person committee
to re-examine our calendar, to decide whether we needed to name the months,
and, if so, to come up with a list of names.  Anna nominated James and he
was elected by acclimation or maybe railroading.

   <><><>

   For our first group task of the new year, I wanted to complete the olive
harvest.  On a cold but bright sunny day, all eleven of us went down and
around the mountain to the olive grove, spread blankets around each tree,
and flailed the hell out of the limbs.  We had a good final harvest.  We
had already on two occasions made multiple trips carrying backpacks full of
olives up the mountain to home.  This time, we had to make three trips
before we finished the job.  Now all we had to do was use the olive press
to extract the oil.  I was thankful that Matt had arrived and had the arm
and shoulder strength to help me use the olive press.  We wanted to pickle
more olives in brine with herbs and garlic and that task fell on
Jean-Nicole and her sou-chefs.

   Thanks to Aimee and Iain, we had entertainment over radio station IAIN
occasionally.  Iain presented us with a constantly-changing selection of
classical and popular music, Broadway musicals, and operas.  We also had
romantic evenings dancing in the central hallway on occasion.  Anna always
had charge of this and she decreed that we had to change partners on
occasion.  We usually danced slowly and intimately, dressed in loincloths,
for a while but we occasionally tried a waltz or two toward the end of the
evening.  Once we even tried a polka, with hilarious and disastrous
results. And, of course, we even tried slow dancing naked, lights down low,
romantic dance music, and that led from vertical dancing to horizontal.

   The ladies formed a sewing club and began to cut and sew something other
than our usual Robin Hood outfits.  One night they all modeled their first
effort, a pair of short shorts for each.  In bed that night, I asked why
they had chosen that as their first project and was reminded that women had
a period each month when they wanted to be a little more modest.

   One cold day, the three male Mouseketeers piled a large quantity of dead
wood in the outdoor fire pit.  I wondered what they had in mind but I knew
I'd soon learn what they had planned.  After dinner that evening, when the
kitchen had been cleaned and the left overs put away, I learned.  They
wanted everybody to gather near the front door, strip naked, which meant
removing our loincloths, and to run outside.

   When Aimee opened the door and started music playing, I saw a roaring
fire in the center of the terrace.  Aimee started the music: loud, frantic,
lots of drums, sometimes jungle beats.  James and Sam led the way and ran
out hand in hand and started dancing around the fire, wild and
uncoordinated boogying and gyrating and twisting.  The rest of us followed.
I didn't know why we were dancing naked around a bonfire on a cold dark
night.  I didn't care.  Anna and I danced too.  We started changing
partners and sometimes we danced with girls and sometimes with guys and
sometimes alone.  I suppose we became lost in the music and dancing.  We
were just naked savages dancing in wild celebration of being young and
alive and happy.

   One night we assembled as the New World Chorus again.  Iain led us
through our usual warm-up, You Are My Sunshine and then we tried something
new.  Aimee put the song on our tablets and we tried it: Swing Low, Sweet
Chariot, guys only at first.  I listened carefully to Matt as he sang,
trying to judge whether his voice was deeper than mine.  Iain pointed to
him and lowered his hand.  Matt lowered his voice easily.  He pointed at me
and lowered his hand.  I tried but I couldn't reach the depths that Matt
could.  Then he threw us away with his usual throwing gesture and pointed
at the boys, James, Toby, and Pyotr.  He listened to them for a minute,
nodded and smiled.  He threw them away and pointed at the girls.  He
listened to them for a minute and held both hands up.  He pointed at Matt
and the music began.  Matt sang "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," impossibly low.
Iain pointed at me a split second later and I sang the same thing, a little
higher, my deepest baritone.  Iain nodded and smiled.  I tried to stay a
split second behind Matt.  He pointed at the boys and they sang in whatever
voice range they were.  He gestured at the girls and the sopranos came in
on cue.  He held his hands up again, waited a minute or so, and started us
again.  This time, his beautiful tenor voice floated above all the other
voices.  We worked on that one song for perhaps an hour until Iain felt we
were as good as we were going to be.  I felt like we were really the best
chorus in the world.

   <><><>

   One night, I talked with Anna and she suggested a tentative plan to make
sure Matt's sexual needs were met.  We talked to Iain and Caitlyn and they
agreed with the plan.  Anna and Caitlyn said they'd take the plan and run
with it.

   The next morning was clear but cold, a little too cold to be comfortable
outside and we were all happy to be in our warm cave where we could wear
just a loincloth.  For lunch, we had another hot meal due to Jean-Nicole's
talents, a brown stew of deer meat with vegetables, side dishes of winter
squash and sautéed mixed greens, and sourdough bread.  Matt sat at the
grown-up table with Anna and me and Iain and Caitlyn.  Afterwards, he
washed dishes while Pyotr and Petra rinsed and stacked.  I saw him turn
around and dry his hands and I knew he was finished.  I beckoned him to
come back to our table.

   "What's up?" he asked.

   "We're going for a walk outside," I said.  "Go put on some warm clothes.
We want you to go with us.  We want to talk with you."

   He looked at me appraisingly.  Perhaps he thought we were asking him to
go with us to include him as a leader in decision making.  That was part of
what we intended.

   "Why?  Have you got something specific to talk about?"

   "Yeah, you," Anna said.

   He looked at her and raised his eyebrows.  "OK."

   Dressed in warm winter wear, the five of us went down the mountain to
our new garden site.  None of us brought spears but I did grab a hoe from
the tools storeroom.  Where the path was amenable, we walked in twos,
couples holding hands, Matt lone wolf.  He was surprised when we changed.
Anna and Caitlyn walked hand in hand, Iain by himself leading, and I held
Matt's hand following.

   "Matt, we want you to get used to holding hands with us when we walk," I
said.  "I know guys didn't usually hold hands in our old world but we're
going to be different in this world."

   "It'll take some getting used to," he said.

   "Matt, it's just a way of showing that we're all friends and that we
love each other," I said.  "We want you to be part of our family and join
with us in loving each other.  I don't mean sex.  I mean love."

   Iain evidently was paying attention.  He spoke up without turning his
head.  "Matt, if we're going to survive and prosper in this world, we've
got to love each other.  We can't have emotions like hatred and jealousy
and envy ruling our lives."

   "And we want you to be part of our family, Matt," Caitlyn said.  "We've
been thinking of how we can help you join with us."

   "I'll try but love's not something I've been used to," he said.  "You
all may have a hard time teaching me."

   "No, Matt, you're going to have a hard time," Anna said.  "David and I
are going to start tonight with you."

   He looked at her suspiciously and then at me.  "What?"

   I just shrugged like I didn't know.

   Anna and Caitlyn parted and took both of Matt's hands and they continued
walking.  Iain led the procession.  I brought up the rear.  A little
further along, the ladies stopped, pushed Matt forward, Iain held out his
hand, and Matt took it.  He grinned back at me so I suppose he was OK with
what we did.

   At the garden, I stood for a moment surveying the area where I wanted to
plant potatoes and onions.  Mentally I calculated that we could plant four
rows in the long narrow curved area we had hacked out of the mountain side.
I decided to plant alternating areas of different kinds of potatoes and
onions.

   "Matt, we're going to start teaching you tomorrow," I said.  "We're
going to plant potatoes and onions and you and I are going to be slogging
away with mattocks to cut roots and break the soil.  The other guys are
going to be using a plow and hoes to dig the soil.  The ladies are going to
be planting and covering up.  Are you ready?"

   "In the winter?" he asked.  "That's love?"

   "Yep, potatoes and onions can be planted just after the new year," I
said.  "Other vegetables will wait until the fourth month.  And you and I
are going to be working side by side doing the hardest job.  That's love,
Matt.  It's love for the whole crew when we provide something to go in our
bellies.  If you wish you can sit on your butt at home and let the others
do it.  What do you want to do?"

   "Shit.  I want to help," he said.  "I'm not afraid of hard work.  I've
done plenty of it in my life.  Nobody's ever given me anything."

   Because the mountain side of our new garden site was rounded, we
couldn't have straight rows.  I used the hoe to scratch out the first row,
trying to keep the row smoothly curving about six inches from the edge of
the planting area.  I gave the hoe to Matt for the second row.  He did a
good job of keeping his row equidistant from mine, about two feet, but he
got teased by two females every time he deviated.  We made Anna and Caitlyn
do the third row so we could tease them in revenge.  Iain did the fourth
row.

   I walked the planting area and was satisfied with the way the rows had
been marked out.  I wanted them dug out a little deeper to mark them so I
started and dug a row.  Matt dug the second row and he was just as fast and
good as me, maybe better.  Iain did the third row.  We left the last one
for the ladies and kept our mouths shut while they did their best.

   With the job done, I wanted to show the others that I appreciated their
efforts.  I hugged Anna first and gave her a good kiss.  I wrapped my arms
around Matt second and he pulled back but I kissed him anyway.  Both
Caitlyn and Iain grinned and let me hug and kiss them.  I thought the
appreciation was done but Anna and then Caitlyn and finally Iain hugged and
kissed Matt.  He just grinned and shrugged.

   A colder wind started blowing but I wasn't ready to go back home yet.  I
led the others to a sheltered spot I had discovered.  Some large rocks
provided a windbreak, the sun shone on the spot, and there were places
where we could sit.

   I sat down, spread my legs, leaned against a huge rock, and held out my
arms to Anna.  She sat down, leaned back against me, and I put my arms
around her.  Iain sat down and Caitlyn followed Anna's example.  That left
Matt standing and looking down at us.  Anna spread her legs and held her
arms wide to him.  He looked at me, sat down, and butt-walked back against
her.  She put her arms around him and I extended my reach and put my arms
over hers.

   I breathed deeply a few times and relaxed.  I was content to be sitting
in a sheltered spot holding my wife even though she was holding another
man. Nobody spoke for a while.  I felt Anna move her arms and I wondered
what she was doing.

   "Anna!" Matt exclaimed.

   "What, Matt?" she said.  "I'm just trying to get my hands warm."

   I couldn't see what she was doing.  I looked at Iain and he told me.

   "She's just got her hands on his tianga and tolos, David," he said and
smiled.  "I think I'll warm my hands too."

   He slid his cold hands under Caitlyn's tunic and she screeched.  Anna
giggled until I put my hands under her tunic and put them on her breasts.
Then she screeched too.

   "What does that mean?  Tianga and tolos?" Matt asked.

   "In my first language, tianga is what I now call my penis.  Tolos are
testicles," Iain said.

   "That's dick and balls in case you don't understand," I said.

   "Well, if a man has a tianga and tolos, what does a woman have?" Matt
asked grinning.

   "A pussy," Iain said.  "I thought you knew that."

   "I'd like to know too," I said.

   Iain grinned and answered.  "Slang for it is bouchi, sort of like bouche
in French but with an i instead of an e."

   "Anna, I love your bouchi," I said.

   "That's OK.  I love your tianga.  I sort of like Matt's too."

   She must have done something to his tianga.  He said "Ouch."

   "I love it when Iain has his tianga in my bouchi," Caitlyn said.

   "Iain, are you really from another universe?" Matt asked.  "Not from our
planet Earth in our universe?"

   "Yes, Matt.  Iain's not my original name either and I spoke a different
language but now I'm just Iain O'Connor and I speak English and that's all
I'm going to tell you about my first fourteen years."

   Matt shook his head.  "Damn, it's just so hard to believe but I know I'm
here so it must be true."

   "Matt, David and I want to invite you to share our bed tonight," Anna
said.  "Do you have any plans?"

   He turned and looked over his shoulder at Anna and me.  "You mean it?"

   "Yes, Matt, we know you need sex," I said.  "Anna wants to offer you
some love tonight with a little sex mixed in.  I'm going to help."

   "And three nights from tonight, Iain and I want you to share our bed,"
Caitlyn said.  "I'm going to give you the same thing.  Iain's going to help
too."

   "Anna, if I have sex with you, what's David going to do?" Matt asked.

   I couldn't resist teasing him.  "Well, I'm going to wait until you've
got your dick in her pussy and then I'm going to shove eight inches of big
hard dick up your little ass."

   "DAVID!" Anna exclaimed.  "That's not nice.  Now tell him you don't mean
it."

   "I don't mean it, Matt," I said.  "Seriously, you say you want a good
fuck once in a while.  Anna and I want to help you learn how to make love
to a woman, not just fuck her.  I'm going to coach you a little while
you're making love to Anna."

   "But don't you want to do it with her?"

   "Sure, and I will.  I'll even take sloppy seconds.  We're both going to
make love to her.  Part of the time we're going to do it together.

   "And Caitlyn and I will let you go first too," Iain said.  "We want to
help you too.  We want you to forget about getting a good fuck.  We want
you to learn how a woman likes to be loved.  Caitlyn and I are still
learning to love each other and our sex just keeps getting better."

   Matt was quiet for a minute.  "Who's third?"

   "Jean-Nicole and Toby," Anna said.  "James is talking to Sam and they're
deciding whether to be fourth."

   "We hadn't planned on Petra being fifth," Caitlyn said.  "Before the
other night when she let Toby do it with her, she had only had sex with
Pyotr.  They know what we've planned and they'll let us know if they want
to be included."

   "You really mean it?" Matt asked.  "I get to do it with four different
females, maybe five, one every three days."

   "Yes, Matt," I said.  "And then you'll be put back through the cycle
again if necessary but we want you to think about what we're doing.  We
want you to be slow and gentle so they enjoy it just as much as you do.  We
want them to be satisfied too, to have orgasms or whatever they want, not
just you.  If you can't do that, we may cancel the whole thing."

   "David, I don't know how to do stuff like that.  I've never tried
before."

   "Well, tonight, I'm going to be your coach," I said.  "We all want you
to be a kind and gentle and loving man.  The next arrival may be the most
beautiful woman you've ever seen and if you want her you'd damn well better
be able to do more than just get a good fuck.  You two might just end up
old married folks like me and Anna and Iain and Caitlyn."

   "Damn, first I've got to learn to be a leader and then I've got to learn
to be a lover.  You all had better be patient with me."

   "Don't you like our plans?" Anna asked.

   "Yeah, but I'm not stupid about sex and love.  I just don't want to
cause any problems with David or Iain if I have sex, I mean, make love to
their wives.  I don't want to cause any problems for any of you."

   "Matt, you're not going to cause any problems with me," I said.  "Anna's
the one who came up with our plan.  We're not going to be like couples in
our old world, where they try to have sex only with each other.  We want
you to be content being a member of our family.  You need sex.  We want you
to have it.  Sooner or later, we want you to settle down with loving one
woman and having kids with her."

   "And Anna's really pregnant?" he asked.

   "Yes, Matt," Anna answered.  "I'm pregnant with David's child but I
still want sex.  I think I'm even hornier if that's possible."

   I leaned forward a little, pushed my hands down in Matt's tights, and
put them on top of Anna's hands.  She moved her hands to one side and I
cupped my left hand under his tolos and covered his hard tianga with my
right.  Anna put her hands on top of mine.  Matt squirmed.

   "Be still, Matt," I said.  "I just want to get my hands warm too.

   "Well, my hands are freezing and I want a hand warmer too," Caitlyn
said.

   She stood up and Iain scooted forward a little.  She sat down behind him
and slid her hands down in his tights.  He grinned.

   "Matt, I want to be serious with you about something, OK?" I said.

   "Sure.  What?"

   "Well, first I want to know how you feel about us trying to help you. 
Do you feel like we're interfering in your life when you want to run your
own affairs?  Do you want us to keep out noses out of your business?  If
you do, you must say so.  We'll back off."

   He waited a moment, probably thinking.

   "David, this is all new to me.  I know you want this colony to succeed.
We're the first people in this world, naked and unashamed and just trying
to do the best we can.  I know when somebody is trying to help me and I
like it.  You said first; what's second?"

   "Your role here.  I want you to think about it."

   "OK."

   "Matt, my primary role here is to be a protector for everybody else.  If
we are attacked by a bear, I'm going to be the first one to try to kill it,
even at the risk of my own life.  I think you should accept that as your
primary role too.  Can you do that?"

   "David, what do you think I was doing as a Navy Seal?  I was risking my
own life for the good of our country.  I can do that here.  I will do it
but I won't wait for you to go first.  I'll be right there beside you or
ahead of you."

   Anna pushed my hands off Matt's tianga and tolos and resumed her claim
on his hand warmers.  I slid my hands up under Matt's tunic to where he
would have breasts if he had been female.  He groaned.

   "Iain should not have the same responsibility, Matt," I said.  "He's
probably got more brains than both of us.  Thinking's the leadership role
for him.  That and the companionship of music and singing and dancing. 
That's what we need him for.  The other guys don't have the maturity or
strength to be leaders, not yet anyway."

   "There are six guys here now," Matt said.  "You say four more will come.
Do you know anything about them?"

   "No.  I haven't got a clue."

   "Well, why did they choose me?  Was it because I was a Seal and they
thought I could help you protect everybody?"

   "Perhaps.  The other roll I want you to play is as a leader.  Unless
things change, the rest of the guys to come here may be like James or Toby
or even Pyotr, good kids but not good at protecting or leading."

   "Matt, David and I work well together," Iain said.  "He's over
estimating my intelligence but I appreciate the compliment.  I think the
three of us can work together and lead this colony.  Sooner or later, there
are going to be some real challenges to us.  We've got to be ready."

   "I want you to be a leader for us too," Anna said.  "David talks things
over with me but the final decisions are up to him and Iain.  You three
will be a good team.  Will you do it?"

   "Yeah, I want to do it.  I was team leader for a couple of things
before. I liked it.  I'll do my best to be part of the team here.  Just be
patient until I get up to speed."

   "Thanks, Matt," I said.  "Now if I can pry my wife's hands off your
tianga and tolos, I think we can mosey back home."

   Anna wasn't through.  "Matt, before I turn loose of your hand warmers, I
want to extend a formal invitation to you to spend the night with me and
David tonight.  OK?"

   "OK.  Should I bring a bottle of wine or some candy?"

   "No, just bring your pajamas," I said.  "We'll have a sleep-over."

   When we returned home, I was pleasantly surprised.  Jean-Nicole had
looked at all the left overs and decided that it might not be enough for
eleven healthy appetites.  She had made another big scalloped oyster
casserole, one of my favorite dishes.  After we ate, we all helped clean
off the table as usual and then Matt did his turn at washing dishes again.
I wanted to talk to him so I made Petra and Pyotr go play with the other
Mouseketeers.  They pretended to be reluctant not to help Matt.  Anna
rinsed and I racked.

   "Matt, I hope you can relax and enjoy yourself with us tonight," I said.
"Anna and I like to play and have fun and laugh and giggle.  Have you ever
tried to make love to a woman who's trying to tickle you?  I have."

   "I'm not the only guilty party," Anna said.  "He wanted to lick me all
over one night and then he pinned me down and blew obscene farts on my
butt."

   "Well, it's your fault for tasting so good.  Once we were doing a
soixante-neuf and she farted.  It went straight up my nose and almost blew
my head off.  Took me three days to recover."

   "I did not," Anna protested.

   "I tried to throw her off me and she bit my dick and almost ripped my
foreskin clean off."

   "DAVID!"

   "I had to go to the emergency room and they took about a hundred
stitches sewing it back on."

   "David, you're hopeless."

   "Show him your scar, David," James said behind me.  I wasn't aware that
any of the Mouseketeers were listening."

   I flipped my loincloth to the side and held my dick out toward Matt.

   "Wanna see?"

   He looked down at my dick, a little too long, and then looked back up at
me.

   "Gotcha."

   Everybody in the kitchen almost died laughing, including Anna and Matt
and me.

   "Speaking of biting.  Anna, is it OK if I do something with you that's
sort of kinky?" Matt asked.

   "What?" Anna asked back.

   "I want you on your belly and I want to bite you, not bad, right where
your ass meets your legs.  You've got a beautiful ass, Anna.  Maybe I'll
even give you a hickey right there."

   "Sure, you can do it to me," Anna said.  "Is it OK if I do it to you?  I
think you've got a nice ass too.  I like guy's asses when they're like
yours and David's, all muscular and so hard you can drive a railroad spike
in a crosstie with one stroke."

   When we finished, Anna and I led Matt to the showers and two of us
washed the third.  Matt got the full bath treatment from me and Anna and,
of course, he quickly had a rampant erection.  I got the treatment second
and just as quickly had another hard dick pointing at the ceiling.  Matt
and I bathed Anna last and she didn't get a hard-on but she groaned like
she enjoyed two guys bathing her.  When we left the showers, Anna took our
wet wash cloths with her.  I knew she was expecting us to make a mess.

   Hand in hand in hand, Matt in the middle, we started to our bed chamber.
I heard loud giggling and laughing and yelling from James' and Sam's bed
chamber so I pulled the others further down the hall.  We stood in the open
door and looked at what was causing the ruckus.  Iain and James and Toby
and Pyotr were in one bed alcove, all on their knees and naked as the day
they were born, holding their balls with one hand, waving their hard-ons
with the other at the bed alcove across the room.  In the other alcove,
Caitlyn, Jean-Nicole, Sam, and Petra were naked and on their knees too,
hips rolled forward, legs parted, showing as much as possible of what's
between.  Both groups were taunting the other to come on over, that they
had what the others wanted.  I wanted to play with them but Anna pulled
Matt away and I followed.

   In our own bedchamber, Anna pushed Matt to crawl in first.  She was
second and I was third, on the outside edge as usual.  Anna was flat on her
back, hands on her stomach, and Matt and I were on our sides facing her.

   "Matt, I hope you can appreciate a beautiful woman when you see one," I
said.  "Anna's been beautiful to me since the first day I saw her in the
mess hall at our training base.  She's more than just beautiful though. 
She's my other half.  I'll always believe that men and women are the other
half of each other."

   "He's right, Matt," Anna said.  "I know I could never feel complete
without him again.  When we make love, sometimes we seem to merge into one
and it's the most satisfying experience I've ever had."

   "What do you mean?" Matt asked.

   "Let me answer, Anna," I said.  "Sometimes when we make love and we both
come at the same time, I feel what's happening to my own body and at the
same time I feel what's happening to hers.  It's more than that though.  I
feel her emotions and they are as real as my own.  It doesn't happen often
but when it does it's the best thing that I've ever felt."

   "Do you think I could feel that way with a woman?" Matt asked.

   "I don't know," Anna said.  "With the right woman, maybe you can have
the combination of love and sex that makes it happen.  David says it's
surrendering to loving somebody and I guess it is.  Maybe it's possible for
all men and women."

   "Did David tell you what I told him when we were down at the isthmus,"
Matt asked.  "About me having sex with both guys and girls."

   "Yes, and he told me he sucked your dick to let you know he wasn't as
straight as you thought he was, that he'd had sex with boys and men too."

   "It didn't bother you?" he asked.  "He told me he'd sucked Iain's dick
and you had licked Caitlyn's pussy and the four of you were in the same
bed. That's hard to believe."

   "Well, believe it," I said and leaned over and kissed Anna, a slow
gentle open-mouthed kiss.  She put her hand behind my head and teased me
with her tongue.

   "Now you do it," I said when I pulled back.  "Do it like I did."

   He leaned over and kissed her just as gently and slowly as I did.  Anna
put her hand behind his head and her arm around his chest and moaned just a
little.  I'm no connoisseur of kisses but Matt and Anna seemed to be having
fun.

   "Now come over here and kiss me, just the same way," I said, when he
pulled away from her and caught his breath

   He looked at me like I was kidding him again, looked at Anna, and shook
his head.

   "Well, go on, Matt," Anna said.  "Kiss him."

   He crawled over Anna, straddled me, balls and dick on top of mine,
leaned over with his hands on my shoulders, and kissed me.  I put one hand
behind his head and an arm around his chest and pulled him down on me.  He
was a little reticent at first but I pressed his head down and he got the
message.  I thought he was going to give me a tonsillectomy.  When I let
him go, he straightened up and looked at me frowning.

   "Why do you want me to kiss you?" he asked.  "I thought you were going
to show me how to make love to a woman."

   "I do," I answered.  "Look at Anna."

   He turned and looked.  Anna was on her side watching us.  She had one
hand down between her legs.  She smiled.

   "He knows I like to see two guys doing sexy things with each other,
Matt," she said.  "It makes my pussy drool.  He likes to see two women at
it too.  It makes his dick harder."

   She moved over closer to us and reached out to put her hand between me
and Matt.  He lifted up.  That wasn't what she wanted.  She put her hand on
his butt and pressed down.  He lowered his hips so his dick and balls were
on top of mine again.  She reached between us, held our two dicks together,
and stroked back and forth.  Matt and I both watched her.  We were damn
close to the same size.  Maybe mine was a little longer but his was as big
in girth.

   "It gets me hot to see you guys with your big hot dicks together like
this," she said.  "It makes me want a hard dick in me.  If I could, I'd
take both of you at once."

   "Well, we could try," Matt said.

   "Uh uh, no way, Jose," Anna said.  "I like to be stuffed but not that
much.  One dick at a time is enough."

   "We could make a sandwich," Matt said.

   "No, you can't," Anna said.  "My asshole is off limits.  That doesn't
turn me on."

   Anna pulled his arm and he started to crawl over her again.  She stopped
him when he was on top of her.

   "Now, kiss me like you'd kiss a sixteen-year-old virgin who's never
kissed a man before.  I dare you," she said.

   I watched as he tried and I couldn't find anything to criticize.  He was
slow and gentle like I knew she liked, unless she was really into being
fucked and wanted it hard and rough.  I didn't think Matt was ready for the
way she was then.  After a minute or so, she pushed him off to the other
side of her.

   "Matt, that was very nice.  I think every woman loves a man's mouth on
her breast," Anna said.  "Do you think you and David could both do that at
the same time without fighting?"

   He grinned, moved up close to her, and put his mouth on her breast.  She
reached down and held his hard dick.  I thought that was a good way to
spend a few minutes.  I moved up close on the other side and pressed my
dick against her.  She reached down and wrapped her hand around it, not
stroking, just holding.  I put my mouth on the other breast and licked and
sucked on the nipple.

   I knew she liked for me to play with her pussy at the same time when I
had my mouth on her breast.  I thought I'd give that little job to Matt.  I
guided his hand down between her legs and took my mouth off her breast long
enough to say something.

   "Be easy, Matt.  Just one finger."

   Maybe he wasn't doing it right.

   "Matt, don't ever touch my clit with a dry finger," Anna said.  "Get
your finger down in my vagina and stir up my juices before you rub my
clitoris.  It's better when you use two fingers and rub it in a circle."

   I decided I'd show him.  "Watch," I said.

   He raised his head and craned his neck to see what I was doing.  I
cupped my fingers over her mound and slid my long middle finger down in her
vagina.  I finger-fucked her for a moment, brought the finger back out to
my mouth and sucked on it.  I put it back in Anna, stirred up some more
juice, pulled it out, and offered it to Matt.  He looked at me with raised
eyebrows, took my finger in his mouth, and sucked on it.

   "Matt, don't ever hesitate to get your mouth on a woman's pussy," I
said. "If you come first, take a minute to calm down, and then spread her
legs and lick her to an orgasm.  She'll love you forever if you do."

   "He's right, Matt," Anna said.  "If you lick a woman to orgasm after
you've come in her, she'll know you're doing it because you want her to be
satisfied too.  She'll know you care about her, not just yourself."

   For a while we both suckled on her nipples, gently, like a baby almost
full of milk, and finger-fucked her, Matt with her fingers on her clit, me
with mine in her vagina, swapping back and forth, and Anna moaned and
groaned.  Then the decided she wanted something else: a hard tianga in her
bouchi.

   She rose up, pushed Matt down on his back, straddled him, notched his
dick in her secret slot, sunk down until it was entirely inside her, and
groaned and moaned.  Then she started riding.

   "Matt, Anna likes to be on top sometimes.  She says it puts her in
control of what she feels and she knows how to do it so her clit rubs on
the shaft of your dick.  I think every time she's done it with me, she's
had an orgasm within a minute or so.  From the way you talk, getting a good
fuck, I'll bet you've never let a woman do that; have you?"

   He grunted.  "No, I don't know much about what women want."

   "Well, you'd better learn," Anna said.  "Give me what I want.  I'll give
you what you want.  All women are like that."

   Matt wrapped his arms around her chest and she fastened her mouth on
his. I watched as she rode him and I could tell by the familiar expressions
on her face when she was about ready to come.  When she did, she froze in
place and I knew her little lemon squeezer was trying to extract his juice.
When it was over, she lifted her hips so that only the head of his dick was
still in her pussy.

   "Fuck up," she groaned through clenched teeth.

   Matt frowned and I knew he didn't know what she meant.

   "Matt, she wants you to fuck up into her while she's still on top," I
said.  "She wants to feel you come inside her."

   I watched as he fucked up into her.  I thought his face looked
ridiculous from what he was feeling in his dick but I knew mine was the
same when I did it.  I knew when he came.  He did the same thing I always
did.  He put his hands on her hips, shoved her down so his dick was all the
way in her, and froze while he squirted out a load on her cervix.

   They both lay there, wrapped up in each other, slowly coming down,
breath slowing, relaxing.  Then I was surprised at what Anna did next.  She
looked at me, raised her ass in the air, and nodded at me.

   I scrambled around behind her, notched my dick in her pussy, in Matt's
white semen drooling out, and slid in to my balls.  She fastened her mouth
on Matt's and groaned and groaned every time I slid in to the depths.  She
was hot inside and as sloppy juicy as I'd ever felt her.  I probably didn't
last a minute until I anointed her sacred pussy with another load of hot
semen.

   We all collapsed on our backs, Anna in the middle, and let our hearts
and our gasping breaths slow down.  Anna put a wash cloth between her legs
to staunch the outflow.  I wiped my dick and balls off with another and
tossed it to Matt.  He jerked in surprise but then he wiped up too.

   "You're not finished," Anna said, after a while.  "Don't go to sleep."

   Matt sat up, pushed Anna over on her side, pushed her over farther until
she was on her belly, and then moved down so his face was at her derriere.
I decided to join him.  He put his mouth just where her fanny and her leg
were joined and I assumed he meant it when he said he wanted to give her a
hickey there.  That was one thing I'd never done to her.  I gave her one on
the other side, just a little one.  Anna squirmed but she didn't say stop.

   After that, we rested for a few more minutes.  I waited for Anna to
decide what she wanted next.  She'd told me what she had in mind.  I wasn't
sure if Matt would do it so I decided I'd go first.  I sat up and tugged
Matt around so that his legs were off the bed and his feet were on the
floor.  Anna watched and I knew she understood.  There was only one
problem. Matt's dick was still swollen and heavy but it wasn't hard.

   Anna decided to remedy that.  She leaned over, held it upright, skinned
the head back, and took it in her mouth.  I let her suck and stoke him for
a minute and then decided to help her.  I leaned over and touched her
cheek. She looked at me, his dick still in her mouth, and I nodded up.  She
lifted up and I bent down, took the head of his dick in my mouth, put my
hand under his balls, and started sucking.  Anna kept stroking him.  I
looked up and saw Matt watching what I was doing.  It didn't take long for
us to get his dick standing up again.

   Anna was ready.  She threw her long leg over him, calves folded back,
showed his dick where it was wanted, and slid down all the way.  Matt
looked at me, puzzled.  Anna was facing away from him, her back toward his
face.  I grabbed a pillow, threw it on the floor, pushed Matt's knees
apart, and knelt down and assumed the position.  For a moment I just looked
at where they were joined.  Matt's balls were almost red with blood and
Anna's little lips were stretched tight around his dick and looked almost
as swollen and red.  Where her little lips came back together, I saw her
clit barely poking out.

   I licked up from Matt's balls, up the shaft of his dick where it was
exposed, up between the lips of Anna's pussy stretched tight around his
dick, on up to her little red devil, naked and swollen.  I tasted a mixture
of Matt's and my semen mixed with Anna's juices and, as usual, it went
straight to my dick.

   Anna and I had talked about doing this and we'd agreed that Matt would
be the one who licked her to orgasm.  I wanted to play for a while before I
asked him to be licker.  I sucked his balls into my mouth one after
another, licked up the exposed shaft of his dick, licked Anna's stretched
lips on each side, licked up where the little lips joined and where her wet
red clit was exposed.  And all the while, Matt gently pushed his dick
upward into her pussy.  I watched his balls as I did it.  His reacted the
same way mine did.  When I saw them draw up close to the base of his dick I
knew he was close to coming so I stopped.

   I held out my hand, helped Anna to her feet first, then Matt, and then
flopped down in the position that Matt had been.  Anna didn't need to be
told what to do.  She crawled back over me, held my dick straight up, and
her pussy sucked it in.  Matt didn't need to be told what to do either.  He
pushed my legs apart, knelt down, and started licking.  Both balls, the
shaft, the lips on each side, then the juncture of the lips where her clit
sometimes hid: he didn't hesitate to follow my example.  I listened to Anna
groaning and I knew she was close.  Then I felt her pussy trying to
amputate my dick and I knew she was coming and Matt was probably losing two
hunks of hair.

   We rested again, Matt and me on each side of a comatose Anna, slowly
stroking our dicks.  I knew how we were going to finish up.  After a while,
Anna pulled Matt's arm and he rolled on top of her.  She showed his dick
where to go and then wrapped him up with her arms and legs.  "Now fuck me,"
she said, and pulled his head down in an open-mouthed kiss.  I watched.  I
knew she had said she would let me have sloppy seconds if I wanted to.  I
wanted.  I didn't have long to wait.  Matt instinctively rammed his dick in
all the way and froze when he started coming.

   Anna rested again.  Matt was out of it.  I was still wanting but not
rushing.  When she was ready, she pulled me on top of her and I let the
beast loose.  Her pussy was overflowing with hot semen and juices and I'd
never fucked one like it before.  It didn't take me long either.  When I
came, it felt like the head of my dick had pushed through her cervix and
into her womb.

   <><><>

   "David, please awaken."

   I swam up out of a deep sleep, unsure of what I had heard.  I turned
slightly and looked at the clock: almost five o'clock.  Anna and I were
sleeping naked as usual.  I was sleeping in my favorite position, spooned
up to her, my right leg over her left, my penis nestled in the warm spot
between her legs, my hand holding her naked breast, my face almost buried
in her hair.

   "David, would you and Anna please come to my room?" Aimee asked, calmly,
not at all excited.  "Someone else has arrived.  Do not hurry.  She has
been here for almost two hours."

   That was unusual.  Certainly it was unlike any of the other arrivals,
when she had called me immediately.  I rolled over and sat up on the edge
of the bed.  Anna rolled over and sat up beside me.  We stood up and
hand-in-hand went to Aimee's room.

   There was a new arrival.  She was sitting up in Aimee's chair, not
reclined like all the other arrivals.  She and Aimee were talking in a
strange language, perhaps the same language I had heard when Iain was
talking to Aimee.  Aimee was wearing a loin-cloth, her usual attire now as
was ours.  The girl was naked but seemed unconcerned about it.  We walked
up to the side of the chair and she turned and looked at us and smiled.

   She was an exquisitely beautiful young woman.  Her hair was blonde,
slightly curly, down to her shoulders.  Her face was as sensuous and
beautiful as any I'd ever seen, blue eyes, flawless skin, slightly pink
cheeks, perfect little nose, full soft-looking lips.  I immediately wanted
to kiss those lips.

   Her breasts were unusual.  Soft mounds, not too little, not too big,
just perfect.  It was the areolas which were uncommon: little pink mounds
on top of her breasts, almost like someone had stacked another scoop of
strawberry ice cream on top of a mound of vanilla ice cream and then put a
cherry on top of that.  The nipples were small, hardly protruding and
darker pink.  I immediately wanted to lick her ice cream cones and suck her
cherries.

   Her arms and legs were long and I knew she was a tall woman, almost as
tall as Anna.  Her waist was tiny but her hips were already wide with
woman-hood.  Her fingernails and toenails were the same shade of light
pink. I wanted to suck on her big toe and don't ask me why.

   Her skin was milky white, very fair, almost hairless.  Her belly was
slightly muscular, not all soft like Caitlyn's when she arrived.  Between
her thighs, there was a scattering of light brown or blonde pubic hair.  I
could see the beginnings of a cleft in the center.  I wanted to go
exploring to see what she had hidden in that little cleft.

   "What are your names?" she asked, with an accent I couldn't identify.

   "I'm Anna.  Speechless here is David.  Our last name is Guerrier."

   "You are Anna Conda?"

   "Yes, I was known by that name in our old world."

   "And Speechless is David Blunderbuss?"

   "Yes, that was his old last name."

   "Now you have the same last name.  Are you married?"

   "Yes.  Our last name is Warrior in English.  David and I chose the
French version of that name when we married."

   "Good.  It was intended that you two would be mates.  Are you enceinte
yet?"

   "Yes.  Are you?"

   "No.  It is David's child; is it not?"

   `Yes?"

   "I would like to choose a new first name," she said.  "Aimee, please
list the one hundred most popular names for girls in Anna's and David's
place of origin."

   Immediately, Aimee's image was replaced with a list of names.  The
woman, that's what she was, a woman, not a girl, looked at it
contemplatively.  Anna and I looked too.

   "Sophia is the most popular name.  If you are Anna, Sophia would be a
good name for me.  Would you agree?"

   "Why not Renée?" Anna asked.  "I've always liked that name."

   "Aimee, meaning of name, please," she said.

   "The name is French and means reborn or born again," Aimee answered.

   "Good.  Renée, it is then."

   The list of names disappeared and Aimee returned to her screen.

   "What was your old name?" I asked, finally managing to say something.

   She made some sounds in that strange language again.  I winced.

   "Perhaps Renée would be a better name for you to say, David.  Aimee, in
a few minutes, would you please call Iain and Caitlyn.  I wish to talk to
Iain for a moment and then you may release the others."

   "Release?" I questioned.

   "Yes, I asked Aimee to close their doors until after I had talked to you
and Anna.  I did not want to be confused with all eleven of you at once."

   I looked at Aimee and raised my eyebrows.  She understood.

   "David, Renée's request did not contradict any of your commands to me,"
she said.  "She knew that there are eleven of you here and she asked to
speak to the first arrival.  I told her you would bring Anna with you and
she approved."

   Renée slid gracefully off the end of Aimee's chair and stood up.  She
looked carefully at Anna first and then at me.

   "I would like to have a child some day," she said, and looked down at my
genitals.  "Perhaps you will give me a child too."

   I looked at Anna and raised my eyebrows, bewildered again.  I'd never
before been propositioned by a woman just a few minutes after meeting her.

   Renée held out her hand to Anna.  "I would like to use the facilities.
Anna.  Would you show me where they are?"

   Hand in hand they went to the toilet.  I wondered where she had learned
to call that place the facilities.  I took advantage of their absence to
ask Aimee something.

   "Aimee, you were talking to Renée in a strange language when we walked
in.  Was it the same language that Iain spoke to you when he arrived?"

   "Yes, David.  I know the language but I do not have a name for it.  If
they have a commonality of language their place of origin is probably the
same."

   "I agree, Aimee.  I think Renée must be from Iain's first universe but
her use of the English language tells me that she was transported here from
Earth, my original universe, just as Iain was.  It makes me wonder: what
the hell is going to happen now?"

   Chapter Forty

   "I agree, Aimee.  I think Renée must be from Iain's first universe.  Her
use of English suggests she was transported here from my original universe,
just like Iain.  It makes me wonder: what the hell is going to happen now?"

   "David, Anna and Renée are returning," Aimee said.

   "Thanks, Aimee."

   Renée again looked me over from head to toe and I had the distinct
impression that she was judging me and perhaps considering what she already
knew about me.  I wondered what she thought of me: a tall slim naked male,
prominent but not bulging muscles, hair tangled from sleeping and down on
my shoulders, penis heavy and distended with a slight need to piss.  I
tightened my stomach muscles and flexed my penis so it rose a little in
salute to her.  She smiled slightly at me.  Maybe she at least has a sense
of humor.

   I looked her over in return.  She was beautiful perfection and that's
the only way to describe her.  Breasts like an ice cream dessert, derriere
soft and perfectly rounded, and, of course, pussy hidden in that little
cleft and those blonde pubic curls: she made my mouth water and my balls
ache.  In spite of that, she seemed completely relaxed at being naked with
me evidently admiring her body.  When I finally looked back at her face,
she smiled a little wider.  She knew what I had been thinking.  Maybe she
was accustomed to it.

   "David, I have been instructed to bring you a message," she said.  "It
is rather lengthy and I do not comprehend everything in the message.  I am
simply the messenger.  You must interpret the message for yourself.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes, I suppose so."

   "Good.  First of all, I must briefly talk to Iain in our common
language. I know it is not polite to do so when you do not comprehend but I
am simply following instructions.  Is that acceptable to you?"

   "Why don't you want us to understand what you are telling him?" I asked.

   "The message is from his mother.  It is personal."

   "That's OK then.  Aimee, would you please call Iain and Caitlyn."

   When they walked in, hand in hand, naked as usual and unconcerned about
it, Renée started talking to Iain in the common language for the two of
them.  It was evident he knew where she was from.  His face registered his
surprise and happiness.  Renée gave him the message from his mother and he
listened intently.  I saw his eyes glistening and I knew he was almost
overcome.  He smiled widely when she finished and said something to her in
their language.  She replied in our language.

   "Iain, to begin my life in this new world, I have chosen the name Renée.
Please call me by that name.  The rest of my messages, I am instructed,
should be delivered in English if that is the language all of you are
using."

   She looked at me and I nodded.

   "First of all, I have another message for Iain.  I am instructed to tell
him that a conclusion has been reached that two people from Caitlyn's world
and Iain's original world can interbreed successfully.  Iain, that means
you and Caitlyn can have children together and there is no unusual risk."

   I looked at two happy faces.  Iain was grinning so wide that all his
perfect white teeth seemed to be exposed.  Caitlyn looked just as happy. 
He hugged her closer to him and kissed her on the cheek.  He saw me looking
and nodded to me.  "I knew it," he said.

   I looked back at Renée and saw her looking intently at me.

   "It also means that someday I could have a child with David."

   I looked at Anna.  She was grinning but I didn't know whether that meant
she approved or not.  She'd given me a hard time about having babies with
the others in our colony.  Maybe I just might have one with Renée.

   "Now, the rest of my message is to be delivered to everyone unless David
says otherwise.  I suggest that everyone should be given an opportunity to
awaken slowly, to use the facilities, to break their nightly fast, and then
to relax and listen to me.  The rest of the message, with questions, may
require much time."

   "Aimee, would you please call the others?" I asked.  "Tell them to use
the facilities and if they don't understand just tell them to pee and wash
their faces.  Then get dressed for breakfast and assemble in your room."

   "Renée, David's trying to be humorous," Anna said.  "We all wear just a
loincloth for meals and most of the time when we're indoors.  Aimee
maintains a comfortable temperature for us when we're naked but I've asked
everybody to wear a loincloth for meals.  You may wear more clothing if you
wish."

   "I see no need," Renée said.  "I will be happy to wear what the rest of
you wear."

   She stuck her tongue out at me and then Anna and Caitlyn took her to use
the facilities and get dressed.  Iain and I went to the toilet, had a quick
piss, splashed a little water on our faces, and went to our bed chambers
for loincloths.

   Everybody straggled into Aimee's room, a couple at a time wearing fresh
faces and loincloths.  Anna introduced Renée to the others, including
Lucky, and asked them to hold their questions until after breakfast.  From
the way Renée played with Lucky, it was evident she was accustomed to dogs.


   She watched Jean-Nicole and her sou-chefs prepare breakfast, asked if
she could help, and was assigned minor tasks.  She seemed genuinely hungry
for food.  James and Toby and Pyotr had their usual job of slicing bread,
drizzling it with olive oil, and toasting it.  Of course they each ate a
slice and gave Renée one.  She chewed, swallowed, smiled, and nodded her
approval at them.

   For the first time, we completely filled two six-person tables.  I sat
on the end on one side of a table with Matt on the other end and Anna in
the middle.  Iain sat in the middle on the other side with Caitlyn and
Renée on each side of him.  Caitlyn was in front of me and Renée in front
of Matt.  The six Mouseketeers sat at their table as usual.

   Renée looked curiously at the rabbit leg and bread Anna placed on her
plate and waited until we were all served.  She watched Matt as he picked
up his hind leg with both hands, took a big bite, and smiled at her.  She
took a big bite, chewed, and smiled back at him.

   We assembled in the classroom for Renée's message and she seemed totally
relaxed as she stood in front of Aimee's monitor.  I watched as she noted
the two married couples and three unmarried ones sit down in seats
together. Anna took pity on Matt and invited him to sit on the other side
of her.  Renée stood in front of all of us with absolute ease and I
wondered how she could be so comfortable in front of a group of strangers.

   "David, I am instructed to tell you the whole story about why you are
here.  I am also to tell you of certain changes in our old world, mine and
Iain's, which do not bode well.  You may ask questions at any point in my
message."

   She stopped and looked carefully at all of us.  I glanced around too. 
All were giving her their full attention.  She resumed.

   "Perhaps you know that this colony was established in part because your
old world may be close to a tipping point.  Various circumstances may cause
the extinction of your kind or a reversion to a primitive society where
mere survival is difficult.  My people, mine and Iain's, have been
observing your society for many years and are unsure what will happen.  If
the worst happens, you are here in an attempt to preserve a small sample of
your species.  You should regard yourselves as a precious few well-worth
saving."

   She paused for a moment and looked around.  I looked around too. 
Everybody was looking at her intently even though this was not news to any
of us.

   "However, there are three demographic trends in our old world, mine and
Iain's, which have caused a new assessment of this colony.  Two are good
trends and one is not.  The first trend is that the population seems to be
growing more intelligent, approximately one percent per three hundred
years."

   Iain had told me almost nothing about his original world but I had
assumed that the people there were much- advanced technologically over us.
Their ability to transport individuals from universe to universe, to build
the safe haven which we enjoyed, and especially to create Aimee, a
seemingly-human avatar to assist us: all told me something about them.  I
assumed that they were more intelligent than us, perhaps much more
intelligent.

   "The second trend in my old world is also good.  There is a slow trend
toward a longer life span, about one year increase every hundred years. 
The average life span of our two worlds is difficult to compare because
your Earth's constant wars and disease epidemics greatly skew the result.
At the present time, our life span is approximately twelve percent longer
than yours and a large part of this appears to be genetic."

   I asked my first question: "Renée, in evolutionary terms, isn't it true
that more intelligent people tend to live longer lives?  If they live
longer lives, aren't they more likely to have children who are also
intelligent?"

   "David, I'm only fifteen years old, almost sixteen, and I don't have the
knowledge to answer you," Renée said.  "Aimee, can you give us an answer?"

   "Yes, David," Aimee said, from behind Renée.  "The available research
suggests that your hypothesis is true.  The human race in your world seems
to be growing more intelligent with time also."

   That told me more than I asked.  I found it hard to believe that a woman
like her could be only fifteen.  She was a mature confident woman.  I had
assumed she was somewhere around twenty years old but then women had always
been a mystery to me.  I also knew that Renée was accustomed to talking to
someone like Aimee and perhaps everyone in their culture was too.  Perhaps
they simply asked an avatar questions instead of using the internet to
Google for answers.  Maybe they each had their own personal avatar.

   "Except for James," Toby whispered.  Jean-Nicole hit him behind the head
and giggled.

   Aimee responded: "Toby, in my observations of the ten of you, I have
already reached the conclusion that all of you are considerably more
intelligent than the average person from your world.  No dummies have been
sent here, not even you."

   Toby stuck his tongue out at her.  Aimee stuck her little pink tongue
out at him and then giggled.

   Renée frowned and I knew she did not understand the way we joked and
teased each other.  I was accustomed to it and I encouraged it.

   "Renée, please don't let the way these kids joke with each other bother
you," I said.  "Maybe I could put a stop to it but I enjoy it and I want
them to keep on doing it.  We all like to laugh and have fun with each
other."

   I understood what Renée was saying but I was unsure what she was
implying.  Was her world free from constant wars?  If so, perhaps it was
free from religion, the primary cause of conflict.  Was it free from
disease epidemics, like the flu?  If it was, they were perhaps much
advanced over us.  Maybe we were like savages to them.  I asked my second
question.

   "Do you mean that, if the part played by your medical sciences and ours
are held constant so they do not skew the result, your life expectancy is
still higher than ours?" I asked.

   "I think the answer is yes, David," Renée said.  "I understand that our
research holds certain variables constant before making comparisons. 
Please do not ask me how the ones comparing our two worlds do this."

   "That's OK, Renée," James said.  "I know how they do it.  Toby's a
dummy."

   Toby hit him behind the head, James yelped louder than necessary.  They
both giggled.  Renée looked amused.

   "May I continue?" she asked, looking at James and grinning.  He nodded
and grinned back at her.

   "It is the last trend which causes great concern.  There is also a trend
toward more and more female births, about one percent every 200 years.  If
this trend continues, the result will be disastrous.  Do you understand the
implications of this trend?"

   "Yeah, it means some guys get to have more than one wife," Pyotr said.
Petra hit him behind the head and he yelped and they both giggled.  Then
the other Mouseketeers giggled too.  James gave Pyotr a high five.

   "Yes, Pyotr, you are correct," Renée said patiently.  "This third trend
means that the percentage of the female population of our old world will
increase.  Polygamy is already accepted as a form of marriage, one husband
with plural wives.  Eventually men may become nothing more than breeding
creatures.  Their semen will be extracted, frozen, and stored as a prized
commodity but may eventually run out.  Women will rule the world but will
eventually die off without children."

   "Renée, in our old world, it is the male who determines the sex of a
child," Anna said.  "A male's sperm are produced bearing X and Y
chromosomes in approximately the same proportion.  Do you mean that in your
world males produce more X-bearing sperm?  Has a cause been determined?  My
genetics knowledge is rusty so I hope I've stated that correctly."

   "Aimee, can you answer Anna's question?" Renée asked.

   "Anna's statement about her old world is correct," Aimee promptly
answered.  "I have no knowledge of Renée's world."

   "Perhaps an infusion of our DNA would help solve the problem?" I
suggested.  "Why can't your people transport males from our universe to
yours?"

   "I do not know, David," Renée said.  "The problem does not require
immediate solving.  It may be that there will be advantages to both our
peoples from mixing our DNA.  Interbreeding with people from your old world
may give the children longer and more intelligent lives.  In return, it may
result in children who continue to be born in approximately the same
percentage as male and female.  That is why a decision has been made to
change the nature of your colony from preserving your species to combining
our two species."

   My mind immediately became cool and I felt a sense of danger.  I tried
to sort out the implications of her message and I wasn't sure I liked them.
I frowned and Renée saw the change in my expression.

   "Is something wrong, David?" she asked.

   "No, no," I responded and put a smile on my face.  "It seems like we're
going to become a colony of guinea pigs."

   Renée frowned and then spoke to Aimee without turning to look at her. 
"Aimee, what does he mean?  Guinea pigs?"

   Aimee responded.  "Guinea pigs are small mammals sometimes used in
scientific studies of various kinds."

   Renée resumed.  "David, please do not consider yourself a guinea pig in
a scientific study.  It is the wish of my people that this colony will grow
and prosper and will continue the best attributes of both societies.  To
accomplish that, there are certain changes in my world's plans for this
colony."

   "What if we don't want to mate with somebody from your world?" James
asked, seriously.  "I've got my Sam.  I want to have babies with her
someday, not somebody from your world."

   "James, I have no answer for you," Renée said.  "I was told that humans
from both our universes do not hesitate to breed with others who are quite
different."

   I sat up straight and listened carefully to what she said.  I understood
the importance of her words.  I hoped the others did too.

   Renée smiled at him and Sam and continued.  "First, I have been given
permission to let Aimee reveal something previously hidden from you,
something she does not know she has: her knowledge of our society, mine and
Iain's, in addition to yours.  Our music, art, science, technology, and
everything else will be made available to you.  Much of this technology
will not be useable for generations but it will be there for this colony to
use someday."

   "Second, I am told that there are now ten individuals from David's old
world and two from Iain's.  That will now change.  The next eight
individuals will be from our old world, mine and Iain's.  This colony will
then number twenty individuals, ten from each world, equally male and
female.  It is the nature of both societies to interbreed.  After that, the
plans are to continue to send individuals from both worlds as long as
feasible.  If David's world self-destructs, then no more individuals will
be sent from Iain's world."

   Pyotr held up his hand and Renée nodded.

   "Just send us eight more women as beautiful as you," he suggested.  "I
will personally guarantee that we will interbreed.  Let me know when you're
ready to interbreed with me."

   Petra hit him behind the head and he yelped loudly and then they both
started giggling.

   "Hot damn," Toby said.  "I'll volunteer to do my duty.  It'll be hard
but I'll do my best.  I'll interbreed with you too, Renée."

   Jean-Nicole hit him behind the head and he yelped too.  The laughing and
giggling spread further and finally died down.  Renée finally gave in to
giggling too and, for the first time, she acted like a fifteen-year-old
girl.  She resumed, smiling.

   "Third, material assistance will be expanded." She paused, giggled,
breathed deeply, and resumed.  "As one example, the facility you now live
in was created with a device which can easily carve solid rock.  That
device will be provided to you.  Aimee will be able to provide power for it
and will show you instructions on how to use it.  Other powered devices
will also be provided to facilitate your efforts to create living
structures and to provide food for your colony.  For example, powered saws
will be provided to facilitate building structures out of trees.  Now, are
there any questions?"

   "Yeah," Pyotr said.  "Under your loincloth, are you built just like
Petra and Sam and Jean-Nicole?  Toby says you're different."

   "Are there any serious questions," Renée said, smiling at Pyotr.

   "She's really different," Toby whispered.

   "Would you like me to show you?" she asked and looked at Toby and Pyotr.

   "Don't show them," Caitlyn said.  "Out of sight is out of their dirty
minds."

   "Yeah, would you please show us?" Toby said.  "You don't need to hide
perfection."

   Renée smiled, untied her loincloth, and let it fall to the floor.  She
slowly turned around and let the male Mouseketeers look.

   "Wow, she's the same," James said.  "Renée, you don't need to cover up
the finest butt I've ever seen."

   "Front's pretty nice too," Pyotr said.  "Ditto on the butt."

   "Hot damn, Renée," Toby said.  "You look good enough to eat."

   Jean-Nicole, Sam, and Petra hit the three of them behind the head and of
course they yelped louder than necessary.  I saw Renée frowning.  Maybe she
didn't understand the last of his comment.  It took a couple of minutes for
the laughing and giggling to die down this time.

   "I think you'd better wear more than a loincloth with these three guys,"
I said.  "Now you guys shut up unless you've got some serious questions."

   Three guys?  Maybe I should count myself in too.  Down between those
long legs she had a scant tangle of blonde pubic hair and it didn't begin
to cover the little cleft between her legs.  Her bubble butt was a
delicious derriere and I could be counted in the group that thought she
looked good enough to eat.

   There were only about a million questions.  We finally broke to have
lunch and I did my duties as head fish fryer, along with my heavy apron. 
Renée sat at the table with the old folks and again ate what we prepared
without hesitation.

   Afterwards, she begged off and asked if she could rest and perhaps sleep
for a while.  Aimee wanted to get her measurements and to have a girl-girl
talk with her.  I suggested that Anna take her back to Aimee's room for
that.  Toby asked if we were going to give her a bath to wash away all her
old troubles.  From the way he was leering at Renée when he asked, I wasn't
surprised at her response.

   "I can bathe myself, Toby," she said.

   "Explain why we bathe each new arrival, Toby," I said and he did, quite
intelligently and articulately.

   After a few minutes with Aimee, six grinning guys with hard-ons and five
giggling gals all gave Renée her welcoming bath and washed away all her
troubles.  She grinned and endured the bath, the dryer, the procession to a
clean bed, and was still grinning when we all left her to sleep.

   <><><>

   I was pleasantly surprised at how easily Renée seemed to become part of
the family.  Indoors, I let the other ladies take her under their wings and
she seemed happy to do any task she was assigned.  In a few days, I saw
that she was deferring to Anna more than any of the others.  She even
seemed eager to help Jean-Nicole with the cooking chores.  More than once,
she sat at a table in the evening with five other females and talked.  If I
walked near, they all fell silent and I knew it was girl talk and guys
weren't wanted.

   The weather was intermittently cold and rainy or clear and cold but
gradually warming.  On one pleasantly cool day, we went down to David's
beach for a picnic, singing most of the way.  Renée listened to "You Are My
Sunshine" the first time and then yelled it out with the rest of us the
other two times.  No one was brave enough to get in the cold water but
clothes came off and we lay around almost or all nude in the sun for a
while.

   We took fishing equipment and, on the way back, we went to the lake and
caught enough for another fine meal that evening and a couple of other
meals.  From the way Renée squealed when she caught a big one, I guessed
that she had never been fishing before.

   On another warm day, we went up the mountain to the top again.  There
was a slight breeze from the west so we picnicked in a sheltered spot. 
Renée prompted the females to tell their story and I learned a few things
about the five couples.  I was surprised on the way back when I saw Matt
holding Jean-Nicole's hand and Toby holding Renée's.  They were all smiling
so I assumed nobody objected.

   Matt and I took turns screwing down the olive press and the others
caught the virgin oil from the first pressing and refilled the barrels.  I
followed Aimee's instructions and we turned the press harder to get the
second cooking oil.  We ended up with more oil than would go in the four
barrels so we stored the rest in pots under the kitchen counter.

   We let the Mouseketeers empty the pressed olives and take the residue
outside and scatter it on the old potato bed.  I was pleased when James
reported that the potato patch was covered with new green growth.

   As usual, we listened to station IAIN on occasion, sang in the New World
Chorus a few times, and danced in the center hallway often.  Anna decreed
that we had to change partners for each dance for the first six dances and
we could choose one partner for the rest of the night.  When we were
choosing, Toby perhaps looked at Renée once too often.  Jean-Nicole pushed
him toward her and then she chose Matt.  I wondered if they were going to
rearrange sleeping accommodations.

   We played dodge-ball again one afternoon in the central hallway.  We
started off with everyone wearing loincloths and, as usual, the three male
Mouseketeers seemed to accidentally lose theirs.  A little later, all the
rest of us threw ours to one side and we played naked dodge ball again. 
Renée seemed quite comfortable being naked with the rest of us and it made
me wonder what her world was like.  It was hard to concentrate on who was
throwing the ball when so much naked female beauty was cavorting around.

   Early on a cold drizzly day, we decided to explore the cave access to
our quarters again.  Everybody wanted to go so I split our group up into
two parties with me as the leader on one and Matt on the other.  Two
members of each team were given the duty of carrying tablets to record our
exploration.

   Lucky went with us this time and stayed close to James.  I asked Toby
and Iain to go with Matt, with Jean-Nicole, Caitlyn, and Renée.  The other
team consisted of me and Anna, James and Sam, and Pyotr and Petra.

   After seeing Matt with Jean-Nicole and Toby with Renée, I wanted to see
if Toby's romantic interest might be shifted.  I thought Jean-Nicole might
be a better partner for Matt anyway.  Anna teased me for playing Cupid but
she agreed.

   Where the cave split into two exits, I wanted a team to explore each.  I
also wanted to learn how to come back to our front door overland so I asked
Aimee to wait an hour and then to play music outdoors as loud as possible.
I knew the general orientation of the exits was to the east of our front
door so I told Matt to walk away from the rising sun to return.

   My team reconnoitered around the cave exit and found landmarks to enable
us to enter the cave through the rear and the tablet bearers took pictures.
When we started our overland return, we sang "You Are My Sunshine" as loud
as possible every few minutes so the other team might hear.  We hadn't gone
far before the two teams joined up again.  Toby was walking with Renée and
Matt with Jean-Nicole.

   Shortly after that, we heard the same song broadcast by Aimee from above
us on the mountain and we straggled on home, muddy, tired, and hungry.  We
had a communal bath with lots of groping and giggling and a little washing.
Fresh and clean and tired, we dressed for lunch in loincloths and then
cleaned up the leftovers.  It was another good day in Paradise.

   Our weather was intermittent cold fronts, gray and blustery and
unpleasant, and bright sunshiny reasonably warm days, about thirty-five
degrees on our scale.  On one of the good days, Nurse Anna prescribed some
outdoor exercise wearing as little in clothing as was comfortable.  She
said it was a good way to get vitamin D.  It was a good way to get an
eyeful too.

   We played volleyball on the big terrace.  We rigged up a cord between
two poles for the net, divided into two teams of six each, and played for a
couple of hours.  We were all dressed in our Sherwood Forest clothing when
we started but, piece by piece, that clothing disappeared.  Before we quit,
we were all naked and sweating and getting our vitamin D.

   We tried to keep score but gave up rather than argue over points.  We
rotated around correctly and I showed off a little when I got to play net.
I suppose everybody showed off a little.  Every time somebody lost the last
piece of clothing, we had a rousing cheer.  It was just another fine day in
Paradise.

   <><><>

   One night after Renée's arrival, just as soon as we all had pitched in
as usual to clean the kitchen and do the dishes, Anna led me to our bed
chamber.  As usual we both removed our loincloths and dropped them just
inside the door, ready to put them back on before we went out.

   Anna went to the shelves I'd made for her, seven shelves of bamboo, and
picked up her hairbrush.  I knew that meant she wanted to give her long
beautiful hair one hundred strokes before we did whatever.  She sometimes
brushed my hair too.  Mine was straight and easy to brush; hers was curly
and sometimes tangled.

   I sat on the side of the bed, my hands pressed down on each side of me,
my legs spread to give my penis and testicles room to relax, and watched
her do something supposedly routine but always captivating to me.  I still
couldn't see any sign that she was pregnant.  Her breasts looked the same,
small and perfect, and she had said they would get heavier and bigger as
her pregnancy advanced.  Her belly had the same sweet little curve under
her navel and above her mons.  She said some day her belly button would
invert and become an outie instead of an inny.  I couldn't believe it.

   When she finished her hair, she walked over to me, pushed my legs
together, trapped my testicles and penis between my thighs, and sat down on
my bent knees.  I didn't protest.  I knew I could spread my legs just a
little and my penis could stand up to see what it could get into.

   I didn't know whether she wanted sex or not, whether she wanted me to
love her slowly and gently, or to let my beast loose.  I knew she'd let me
know what she wanted.  It was almost always what I wanted.  I was usually
interested but tonight I was ambivalent.  I knew what I did want and that
was for her to hold me close to her and love me.  Of course, that often led
to more strenuous activities.

   "Would you like to make love to Renée?" she asked.

   I waited, thinking of the best answer, while she slowly brushed my hair.
She usually kept count because she knew I usually couldn't.

   "Anna, you're the only woman I want," I finally said.

   "That's good, David," she said.  "I know you're mine and I'm yours. 
Nobody can ever come between us but I don't expect you to have sex with me
alone.  You've had sex with Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole and that hasn't hurt
our relationship.  Renée says she wants to have sex but she doesn't want to
hurt anybody's relationship.  She's really a rather shy and simple and
sweet girl, David.  She's damned sexy too.  Have you noticed?"

   "Of course.  Any man with eyes would notice."

   "Don't pretend to be reluctant, David.  She's any young man's wet dream.
Have you seen the way Toby looks at her?  `You look good enough to eat.'
Isn't that what he said?"

   "Yes."

   "What was it you said when you described her breasts to me?  Areolas
like little pink mounds on top of her breasts, almost like someone had put
a scoop of strawberry ice cream on top of a mound of vanilla ice cream and
then put a cherry on top of that.  Doesn't that make your mouth salivate?"

   "OK.  I'd like to suck on her little cherry nipples.  So what?  I'm just
a man.  You know that."

   "Of course I do.  I know you'd like to get your tongue between her
little virginal labia and lick her to a bucking orgasm too.  That little
patch of blonde pubic hair.  Those little pink lips."

   "Yeah, I would.  What about Matt?  Why doesn't she want to start with
him?"

   "I told her what we were doing with Matt, that we were trying to teach
him to make love to a woman, not just fuck her.  Now that he's been with me
and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole, Sam and James are going to invite him to spend
a night with them."

   "Is Petra last?"

   "That's up to her, David, but we're talking about Renée, not Matt.  She
wants to do the same thing Matt is doing, start with you and then Iain and
then Toby and next James and last Pyotr.  Well, he wouldn't be last.  Matt
would."

   "All six of us guys, huh?"

   "Yes, she wants you to be her first.  You should have your droit du
seigneur."

   She was through with my hair and she must have known what I wanted.  She
pulled me against her, her hands behind my head with it nestled against her
throat.  I liked for her to hold me that way.  If I tilted my head up, she
knew I wanted her to kiss me.  If I tilted it down, she knew I wanted her
to hold her breast up so I could reach a nipple with my lips.  I closed my
eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and relaxed.  I was content to be held
like this by her.

   "She's a little afraid of you, David," Anna whispered.  "Do you remember
how gentle and slow you were with me our first time in Flagstaff?  Could
you be that way with her?"

   "Afraid?  Why?  You know me, Anna.  I want a woman to enjoy sex just as
much as I do.  I always try to understand what you want and give it to you.
I'll always try to give a woman the kind of loving she wants.  You know
that.  I wouldn't rape her or any other woman.  I'm not that kind of guy."

   I tilted my head up toward her and she gave me what I wanted, a slow
sensuous open-mouthed kiss.  I didn't want her to stop but she did.

   "I know that but she doesn't, David.  She doesn't know you yet.  You're
probably the most masculine guy she's ever known and with your strength and
your big dick, any woman would be a little afraid of you."

   "Well, let her start with Pyotr," I said.  "She wouldn't be afraid of
him; would she?"

   I tilted my head downward and she lifted one breast for me.  I suckled
gently on the hard little nipple for a while.

   "No, but she wants to start with you," she said.  "I want you to make
love to her first.  In Flagstaff, you were so slow and gentle with me and
even asked me before letting your beast loose.  I trusted you and that
helped me have orgasms and you were a wonderful lover.  I want you to be
like that with her.  I'll even help you a little.  We could make sure she
has two or three orgasms her first time."

   "How?  I like to watch you licking another woman's pussy.  It makes mon
petit get hard and horny."

   "Well, I like to see you sucking another man's dick.  It makes ma
minouchette get all juicy and hot."

   "Renée doesn't have a dick.  Is she a virgin?"

   "Yes, but you don't need to worry about that.  In her society all
children are given physical exams at least yearly.  Even before girls start
menstruating, they routinely prepare themselves for sexual activity.  Their
hymen is gradually stretched or surgically opened.  Children are raised
with an honest and open knowledge of sex, David.  I'd like ours to be
patterned after theirs."

   "So she's already stretched her little pussy with a big dildo, huh?"

   "Don't be crude."

   "Anna, I won't do it unless you're with me," I said.  "I don't want to
start doing things unless you know about them.  I don't want any secrets
from you.  You've got to be OK with whatever I do."

   "I agree.  You were OK with me trying to teach Matt and the other guys.
I want you to be a good teacher for Renée.  I know you can."

   "Well, I'll do it.  I'd like to initiate her but I want it to be good
for her.  If you'll help make sure it is, I'll try to give her what she
wants."

   "OK.  That's settled.  Now give me what I want."

   I spread my legs a little and my penis quickly completed topping off its
tanks and stood up as much as it could.  Perhaps it was pleasantly
surprised when its head couldn't rise anymore because there was a warm wet
barrier above it.  I waited to see if she wanted to hide its head so it
couldn't see anything.  She did.  She lifted up a little, reached down, and
showed it where to go.  I groaned when her pussy swallowed the head and
about two-thirds of the shaft.  I kept groaning when she went for a wild
ride.

   She had her arms around my neck and her breasts were sliding up and down
my chest, hard little nipples burning two paths.  She did her usual ride:
slow at first, gradually getting faster and faster.  Simple slides up and
down at first, adding a pelvic twist when she was close to coming.  I was
thinking of using my thumb on her clitoris to get her off when she finally
got what she wanted.  Her internal guillotine tried to cut the head off my
penis.

   I gave her a minute to calm down and then I tightly wrapped both arms
around her, struggled to my feet, and carried her over to the bed.  She
hung on with her arms and legs while I lowered her down and we both moved
back on the bed.  Then she lifted her legs higher, put her ankles on each
side of my neck, and pulled my mouth down to hers.  We opened to each other
and tongue-fucked and at the same time I slowly dick-fucked her down below.


   I put my arms almost under her back, curled my hands around her
shoulders, made sure I had traction with my knees, and then began to fuck
her, not make love, just fuck.  A short infinity later my balls responded
to my penis' instructions and emptied themselves into her hot depths.  I
knew it was my prostate gland which squeezed the semen out and down my dick
cannon and onto her cervix target but it certainly felt like I was emptying
my balls to me.

   <><><>

   "You should ask her," Anna whispered.

   "Ask her what?" I whispered back, not thinking on her wavelength.

   "What we talked about last night," she whispered again.  "She wants the
same treatment Matt's been getting, starting with you.  She's ready."

   I leaned over and looked at Renée.  She was looking at me and Anna,
probably wondering why we were whispering.  I was almost finished washing
dishes after dinner, Anna was rinsing, and Renée was racking.  With four
big sinks, we washed in one, rinsed in the next, and racked the dishes and
pots and pans in the bamboo racks we had built over the last two sinks.

   "Renée, would you like to share our bed tonight?" I asked.  "Anna and I
would welcome your company."

   She hesitated and I could tell she was unsure what she was getting into
or maybe what might get into her.

   "David, Anna, I'd like to do what Matt has been doing but it won't be
quite the same with me."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "David, Matt had been with other women.  I've never been with a man."

   "Renée, don't be afraid of me," I said.  "Anna says you've talked to the
other females here about me.  I won't hurt you.  I'm not that kind of guy."

   "Yes, but you're ... David, you're so overpowering.  Maybe you're the
man I've fantasized about for years.  I've always dreamed about someone
like you taking me and ... and ... doing things to me and I don't have to
do anything and I just let you and you satisfy all the hunger and longing
in me.  Now, I suppose I'm a little scared of doing it."

   "Renée, we don't have to do anything," I said.  "I promise you, I won't
do anything unless it's what you want.  I hope Anna told you about me.  I
don't just fuck her, well, most of the time I don't; I make love to her.  I
do my best to make sure that our sex is as good for her as it is for me. 
That's the finest kind of love, where both the man and the woman do their
best to make sex good for the other."

   "Renée, there's something we've all done before you came her, where we
had inexperienced guys and gals," Anna said.  "David says he won't make
love to you unless I'm there.  He doesn't ever want to hide what he does
from me.  Perhaps he can do something to me while you watch and then he can
ask if he can do the same thing to you.  He'll never hurt you.  Maybe he'll
make you walk funny sometimes but you'll be smiling when you do."

   "Renée, Anna told me girls from your old world prepared themselves to
become sexually active," I said.  "She said girls were examined annually
and, if a girl had an obstructive hymen, she either had it surgically
corrected or used something to stretch it.  She said both sexes were taught
about human sexuality from an early age.  I wish our old world had been
like that.  I'd like our new one to be that way.  Would you help us make it
that way?"

   "Yes, David, my old world is quite different from yours about human
sexuality.  There is no shame and children are permitted to be sexually
active when they wish."

   "Well, you don't need to sleep alone here," I said.  "The rest of us are
sexually active and you're free to do what you want to do.  Sleep with us
tonight.  I promise you I'll do as little or maybe as much as you want.  I
can give you an orgasm without using my penis.  I do that for Anna quite
often.  You'll sleep better.  Maybe you or Anna will do the same thing for
me."

   I handed the last frying pan to Anna and then drained the sink.  She
rinsed it, handed it to Renée, and drained her sink.  Renée racked the pan
and we all stood looking at each other for a moment.  I wanted to make sure
no one disturbed us.  I put one arms around Anna's shoulders and the other
around Renée's.  They put an arm around my waist and we walked over to the
tables where the other eight were talking and laughing.

   "We're going to take a bath and then go to bed early," I said, as
innocently as I could.  "Do any of you need anything else tonight?"

   "Yeah, can I bathe with you?" Toby asked.

   Jean-Nicole swatted him behind the head, he yelped, and everybody
started laughing.

   Showering together with a woman is always enjoyable.  Showering with two
is even more fun.  My penis was hanging its head when we started and
looking around for something to get into when we finished.  Standing in the
warm downdraft of air was fun too, especially using my hands to help wipe
the water off two females.  My dick tried to get me to hurry up and put it
in something wet and warm.

   In our bedchamber, Anna and I had made plans to culminate our fun with
Renée but I wasn't sure what I should do to start it.  Anna took charge. 
She led Renée over to the side of the bed, both sat down, and they left me
standing in front of them, wondering what to do.

   Anna wanted a reprise of something ridiculous I had done with her one
night.  I thought it had been something silly and for her eyes only.  Still
I did what she wanted and followed her commands.

   "Butt walk!"

   I felt like a damn fool but I did it.  I regretted ever showing Anna the
routines when we were playing.  I hoped she wouldn't make me perform the
whole retinue of tricks for Renée but of course she did.

   I stood in one place, feet unmoving but arms swinging slightly like I
was walking, tightened the gluteus maximus or butt muscle on side and all
the muscles down my leg, then relaxed and tightened the other side.  The
night I showed her, Anna said it looked like I was walking away from her.
She and Renée both giggled.

   "Turn around," Anna said, and I did.

   "Wave!" she said.

   I lifted one arm and held my hand like I was going to wave.  I saw
Renée's eyes shift to my hand but I didn't wave it.  Instead, I used some
other muscles and made my hard dick wave up and down a few times at her and
Anna.  They laughed out loud and both shook their head from side to side
and then giggled again.

   "Upsy daisy!"

   I stood on tip toe, reached up, put my hands flat on the ceiling, and
looked straight up.  I tightened the muscles in my chest and arms so they
stood out and sucked in my stomach muscles so my dick was pointing at the
ceiling.

   "Washboard!"

   I stood flatfooted, arms straight out to the side, muscles tensed, and
tightened all my stomach muscles.  I usually called that my six pack when I
did it.  Anna had called it a washboard.

   "Ripple!"

   That was a hard one.  I closed my eyes, tried to picture what she wanted
me to do, and made the muscles in my abdomen ripple.  I'd learned to do
that one when I was at the Academy and a bunch of us guys were exercising.
Most of them could show off a six pack but I was the only one who could
ripple it.

   "OK, last one.  Pecs and biceps."

   I stood flatfooted with my feet slightly apart, lifted both arms out
straight, bent my elbows, and tensed my pecs and biceps.  That was an easy
one to do.  I watched two faces when I did it, especially when I waved at
them again.  I think they liked my display of muscle.

   "Renée, it's important to give your little puppy a reward when he
performs," Anna said.  "He soon learns that he must perform in order to get
his recompense."

   She looked up at me and smiled mischievously.  "Come here, David."

   I walked over in front of her.  She cupped one hand under my testicles,
wrapped the other around the shaft of my penis, took the head in her mouth,
and tried to suck what little brains I still had out through my penis.  I
watched her for a while and then realized that I should not neglect our
guest.  I glanced at Renée's face and saw that she was watching with maybe
curiosity.  I wondered if she had ever sucked dick before.  I hated to
disappoint Anna but I shuffled over in front of Renée.

   She emulated Anna: left hand under my tolos, right around my tianga, red
head between her soft full lips, tongue caressing the sensitive spot
underneath, and cheeks dimpling when she sucked.  I put my hands on her
shoulders and closed my eyes.

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